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Although Matt’s case wasn’t the only ongoing operation, most of the desks surrounding Matt were empty. Some people actually thought weekends were for play. Not Matt. Courts and judges still needed protection. Prisoners still had to be transported, and fugitives always required rounding up. The wheels of justice ground twenty-four hours a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Maybe that’s why justice was so screwed up. Paper drifts covered his desk, getting worse as reports began to filter in from the various tentacles of the investigation. He read each one. Unlike movies, most breaks came from the boring grunt work. It wasn’t fun. It wasn’t glamorous. The waiting was the hardest. In his youth he’d dogged cows and ridden broncs to the buzzer. Getting repeatedly tossed on his but
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