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called Eastern gang? Obviously, we need to talk to them now."

                     "None of us run patrols in the Eastern District, where the youngsters are
                   supposed to come from, and there are plenty of youths in Brighton, so it must be

                   some of the other squads that usually patrol in the West, who should know the

                   gangs from that area. Our initial thought was that we should report orally first, as
                   soon as possible, as it must be considered a real tip. "

                     "Nice work. Get the written report done, and as detailed as possible, then I’ll

                   find out who has to do with West. Hurry up to get the report done. ”
                     "Yes, sir."

                     The two officers leave the room.
                     “If some of the youth-gangs has to do with this, then we have a huge problem,"

                   says the mayor. "It's me who will be put in the public-gibbet."

                     He pulls out his flask, loosens his tie and pours the liquid into the two small tin
                   cups.

                   "Bloody hell, if that's the only clue we have, it's really bad," the chief continues,

                   blowing on the pipe so that the saliva runs in a little, small line from one end of
                   the mouth and downwards.

                     They toast, and it starts knocking on the door again.
                     "Come in."

                     "Good day."

                     Kean Hamson, Head of the Special Investigation Department, SID, shows
                   himself. He looks stressed, angry and worn-out, just like the building he works in.

                   Hamson spends most of his time at the police station.

                     "Hamson, what do you have for me in this stream of bad news?"
                   Hamson is very thin, the scalp is bare, always in a beige or yellow shirt that

                   hangs halfway out over his slightly wavy, brown gabardine pants, hollow-

                   cheeked and with two overly big eyes in his fox-like face.
                     "Hello, yes, we have worked hard here in SID."

                     The police chief gets up and takes a quick look at the mayor, who is impatient

                   and tripping as he stares out the window.
                     "There is somewhat good news in all of this, and that is that-," Hamson talks in

                   his bright voice, while taking out a sheet of paper and laying it on the desk in
                   front of the chief  “-All of those who have died, fall into categories of suicide and
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