The door opened, as the loud music stopped. After a few moments, a man brought in a desk.
"Sergeant Jeff Becker, 848732B."
He placed the desk, making sure it was lined up, before ducking back out and bringing in a chair.
"Sergeant Jeff Becker, 848732B."
He walked out, the door closing.
The door reopened.
"Sergeant Jeff Becker, 848732B."
A woman walked in and placed her briefcase down, the clasps snapping open as she began to unpack its contents onto the desk, finishing with a picture of his daughter, taken that morning, it looked like.
"What do you want to know?"
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