[IMG] “Well shit,” I muttered to myself. I glanced at the man who had thrown the manilla folder at me. He smirked, and I just wanted to punch him, in the face, as hard as I could. I've been taking kung fu classes, I bet I could break his nose if I tried. I glanced down at the folder and shuddered, what lay within would undoubtedly be both profoundly enlightening and utterly damning to my case. The battle for Chicago had been over for weeks but even now the mystery that surrounds exactly...
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