The thing with working the evidence locker is you always have time… too much time, especially when you’re use to being in the thick of it. The quiet dank musty air of the precincts basement is a slow death, one in which you tend to fixate. It’s a joke they classify these as evidence… I mean, if you don’t use it, it’s just a box of tapes. I wonder if they even know how many there were… right, my fixation… though I watch em all – the ones in the box I mean – these 3 stick out for some reason. Guess I’ve grown to like them.

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