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HI:\" DRUM RDLL DF\" RAIN against the roof of the car paused
when John Coglin drove beneath the elevated subway track
and started up again as he rolled out the other side. The first
parking spot he lucked upon was directly across from the
precinct house， and he downshifted his beat-up hatchback， eased
into it， and cut the engine. In the rearview mirror， the Bronx sky-
line was indistinct， the mounds of low， rain-washed buildings like
huge sculptures made of clay and paper bags. The only color at
all came from the notches of yellow window light in the squat
police station directly behind him. He listened to the rain drill
down. Then he took a breath， lifted his midnight blue uniform
shirt in its dry cleaner plastic off the passenger seat， grasped the
inside door latch and got ready to run.
The day sergeant talking on the phone behind the massive，
raised wooden desk nodded to him gravely as he pushed through
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