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Prologue: The Night Is Young

Sure, I’ll tell ya what happened. I can’t forget that night. Never in all my years on the force had I seen such carnage. And at the hands of just one man. *Sighs*. I’ll start at the beginning and go real slow. Cause I still can’t believe it.

It was just another miserable evening in Melbourne. The weather had changed for the worst; the rain was here to stay. I was sitting in my car when the call came in. “1290 copy?”

1290. Go ahead.

“Please respond to a domestic assault. 14 King Street” 10-4. On my way.