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**Did I Make A Mistake?**
**Chapter 13**
The sun had barely risen when I found myself back at the precinct, the echoes of the previous day's frustrations still ringing in my ears. The weight of the unsolved cases and the relentless cycle of injustice felt heavier than ever, and I couldn't shake the nagging doubt that had begun to creep into my thoughts: Had becoming a detective been a mistake?
As I settled into my chair, the mountain of paperwork seemed to mock me, a testament to the endless bureaucracy that often hindered more than it helped. I rubbed my temples, trying to push away the fatigue that clung to me like a second skin. The cases of Edwin Myles and the elusive MIDNIGHT loomed large in my mind, their shadows stretching across every aspect of my life.
A knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts. It was Officer Ramirez, her expression a mix of concern and determination. "Detective, we got a lead on MIDNIGHT," she said, her voice tinged with urgency.
My heart skipped a beat. "What is it?"
"An anonymous tip came in last night. Someone claims to have seen a suspicious figure near the old warehouse district. They mentioned a pattern that matches MIDNIGHT's MO."
I nodded, feeling a flicker of hope. "Let's check it out. We can't afford to let this slip through our fingers."
As we headed to the scene, I couldn't help but reflect on the path that had led me here. I had become a detective to make a difference, to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. But the reality of the job was far more complex and disheartening than I had anticipated. The system was flawed, and the victories were few and far between.
Arriving at the warehouse district, we were greeted by a scene that was both eerie and familiar. The abandoned buildings loomed like silent sentinels, their windows shattered and their walls covered in graffiti. It was the kind of place where secrets thrived, where darkness lingered long after the sun had set.
As we combed through the area, my mind wandered back to Myles. How many times had we been so close to putting him away, only to watch him slip through our grasp? The thought was infuriating, a constant reminder of the limitations of the justice system.
"Detective, over here," Ramirez called, pulling me from my reverie.
I hurried over to where she stood, her flashlight illuminating a small, bloodstained knife. It was a chilling discovery, one that sent a shiver down my spine. Could this be the break we needed to finally catch MIDNIGHT?
We bagged the evidence and returned to the precinct, my mind racing with possibilities. Yet, even as we made progress on one front, the question of Myles lingered. How could we ensure he faced justice when the system seemed to protect him at every turn?
Back at my desk, I found myself staring at the walls, the doubt creeping in once more. Had I made a mistake in choosing this path? Was I fighting a losing battle against forces too powerful to overcome?
But then I remembered the faces of the victims, the families who looked to us for answers, for justice. They were the reason I had become a detective, the reason I couldn't give up, no matter how insurmountable the odds seemed.
With renewed resolve, I turned my attention back to the cases at hand. The road ahead was uncertain, but I knew one thing for sure: I couldn't walk away. Not now, not ever. The fight for justice was far from over, and I was determined to see it through to the end.
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