I love the sensation of a crisp autumn breeze, both warm and cool, gently tousling my hair as I watch the western skies glow with the fading light of the setting sun. Whether sitting alone or with someone I trust deeply, the moment feels perfect. It could only be more serene if I were perched on a gentle hill, surrounded by tall, swaying reeds.
There used to be 28 detectives here, doubling up on desks. Now, thanks to budget cuts and jurisdictional changes, just nine Specual Victims detectives cover all of Manhattan.
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