The Broken Drawer
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Flint moved straight to his desk, pulling open the right drawer — his most protected one. The metal latch hung loose, bent from force. The drawer itself was empty. Completely empty.
He stared at it, momentarily unable to breathe. Behind him, the officer asked calmly, “So, what was kept in there?” Flint opened his mouth, then closed it again.
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