Kill, or be killed

Night comes. A gentle breeze blew several banners outside the cafe. The atmosphere that night was quite calm, not many people there, Sam pulled a chair and sat in front of Dakota. He just ordered coffee and his favorite tuna sandwich, pushing Dakota's cake. He likes sweets these days.

Dakota turned, hearing the sound of Sam's heavy breathing. They had just closed the murder case of George Cann and Lily Larsyn, but for some reason, that made Sam look less enthusiastic than usual.

"What are you thinking of?"

Sam sipped his coffee. Even though the sun had set an hour ago, he still didn't want to miss his second cup of coffee that day. He hadn't had time to touch it all day because the coffee machine in the office was off, which made him annoyed.

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