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Investigator


A grieving mother holding her teenage son. A world full of violence and hate. My only hope; to save these people, to save them the fear, and save them the grief. Here to fit the pieces together, here to mend the broken hearts and the grieving minds. Here to bring criminals to their inevitable fate. I bring closure, I bring hope, I bring answers. I am a crime scene investigator.

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