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Rebecca was running late the next morning as she drove to work. She was approaching an intersection, hoping the light wouldn't change before she crossed it. The car in front of her slowed down.
“i***t! The light’s still green!” she shouted, even though she knew the driver couldn't hear her. But then the driver made a turn onto Jones Street.
The light switched to yellow as she continued into the intersection. From the corner of her eye, she saw a huge Mack truck barreling toward her. His light was still red, but it didn't look like he had any intention of stopping.
She stomped hard on the gas, but braced for the collision.
The Homicide Department of the Bureau of Inspections was located on the fourth floor of the Hall of Justice. It consisted of one large room where the inspectors ha
