Jeff asked as he shuffled papers on his desk, searching for a file he had misplaced. “Yes,” Ménage said painfully. Jeff could hear her sniffling through the phone and he could only imagine how upset she really was after coming home to find her door kicked in, her apartment ransacked, and the majority of her belongings stolen. She had been robbed in broad daylight and from his understanding, nobody saw a damn thing. Jeff expected that kind of thing in the hood, but not in the modest suburban community she lived in. The other thing that puzzled him was how they managed to clean her out all in one swoop, especially since she lived on the second floor. “Well, what did the police have to say?” Jeff queried further, finally locating the missing folder. He removed his glasses, then rubbed his itchy eyes. Allergies were kicking his ass something serious today. “They gave me a number to call, but you know they’re not going to do shit! They don’t care about nobody but their own,”
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