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        SchoolOffice.

        "You''''resayingyou''''readetective?"

        Shayfrowned,givingthemaninfrontofhimaonce-over,makingnoefforttohidehisskepticism.

        Theceilingfanrattledinthefacultyofficewithasteadyda-da-da.Severalteacherspreparinglessonsgncedup,curiosityandfusionwrittenacrosstheirfaces.

        Junadjustedhisgssesandtuckedawayhisbadge.Thiswasn''''tthefirsttimehisauthorityhadbeeionedduringanassigheexcitementhehadfeltwhenhefirstjoihehomicideunitlikeacrueljoke,repcedayearterbyfrustrationanddisillusio.

        Hehadgoneagainsthisfamily''''swishes,givingupabusinessdegreetopursuecriminalpsychology—adecisionhehadoncewornwithpride.

        Hehadimaginedhimselfpredigcriminals''''move,breakingdowntheirdefenses,ffessions,andseeingjustie—justlikethebrilliaivesfromtheshowsandanimehehadidolizedasachild.

        Reality,however,wasfarmorebrutalthanhisidealism.

        Hisminddidn''''tmovefastenough.Maybehetrulywasn''''tcutoutforthis.Nomatterhowmanybookshe''''dread,criminalsneverfollowedtextbookpatterns.

        Heknewheckedtheexperieheseasonediigatorsi.Itmadeseheylookeddownonhim—butdidtheyreallyhavetodismisshiseffortssopletely?

        Theyhimjoinrealiigations.Howwashesupposedtogainexperienceifalltheyeverallowedhimtodowassortthroughmustyoldcasefiles?

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