Chasing dragons thawed the Brickell skyline. Tink's open palms pleaded against the glass affirming paradise was lost. Clad in aluminum foil and housed in an old Metro-Dade drop in the bucket jar, the figurine was conscience for their top investigator. Tonight's crime scene disrupted Angel Alanis's skeletons haunting I-95. A prestigious family butchered at the dinner table, perplexed by an empty chair once securing a rhyme of his past. Yet she will find him, and Riverside will rise tonight.
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