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Rain lashed against the Barcelona cafe window as I sipped bitter espresso, thousands of miles from my unlocked front door. That's when my phone screamed - a jagged, pulsating alert tearing through the cozy atmosphere. My throat tightened. Motion detected in living room flashed on the screen, those three words detonating like grenades in my sleep-deprived brain. Burglars? Squatters? My abandoned laptop with unrecoverable client data? Panic flooded my veins like ice water as tourists laughed obliv -
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The metallic tang of blood mixed with rain on asphalt still haunts my nostrils when I recall that November callout. A cyclist lay crumpled near Riverside Drive, unconscious beneath flashing ambulance lights. My fingers trembled not from cold but fury - the coward's taillights vanishing around the bend left nothing but a shattered reflector and three license plate characters: "KJ8". Every minute felt like sand draining through an hourglass filled with the victim's pulse. -
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