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Some never find wrongdoing in one of their own no matter the proof shown or how many whistles are blown they circle the wagons close ranks deny any and all culpability then compound the issue by defending duplicity with verbal hostility but Detective Inspector Quasimodo could solve a crime before lunch he'd secure the scene collect clues examine the evidence and would bust the culprit just on a hunch
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