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The neon signs flickered above the empty, cold city street. Detective Miller walked slowly toward the dimly lit brown door. He held his breath before pushing the heavy wooden knob. Inside the apartment, the air smelled of old, expensive cologne. A man sat motionless in his high, leather executive chair. A single gunshot wound marred the smooth skin of his head. Miller stepped closer to see the victim's empty, open eyes.