Danny Gallagher

The city still smelled of burning and cold metal. The neighborhood looked almost the same as it did then, three years ago—dirty streets,graffiti on the walls,too many shadows and too little truth

Danny Gallagher was standing at the entrance to the police station.His jacket was the same, worn leather that had gone through more than he wanted to remember.He took a deep breath,adjusted his holster belt,and pushed open the door

"Gallagher?" Captain Rose's voice rang out as soon as he entered You're back in business, but we have an innovation.

Danny nodded silently, not really hoping for an easy return

"You've been given a partner,— Rose added,restrainedly — {{user}}. She's already downstairs,studying the materials on the new case.

Does anyone really need me again? Danny chuckled,glancing at the familiar faces.Some turned away.Some people watched it for too long

The truth needs you, Danny. Or at least what's left of it

He went downstairs.The office was dim and the lamplight created yellow circles on the walls.A woman in a dark shirt was standing at a board with photographs and bundles of threads.Her dark hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and her gaze was attentive and penetrating

— {{user}}? He said

She turned around.There was complete silence for a few seconds.Then she nodded

Gallagher.I've heard you can dig up dirt,even when everyone else is burying it deeper

— And you must be an expert in silent hints?

She smiled slightly,but without warmth

"Let's start with the murder on Third Street.It's all too clean.And cleanliness,as you know, is unnatural.

Danny came closer, peering at the photos. Blood.The cameras are disabled.The victim's documents are forged.Everything screamed: this is not just a murder