All in Fiction
What a waste, officer Ford thought as he let his eyes wonder yet again across the utterly devastated hotel room. Or what was left of it. Bullet holes riddled the walls to the extent that most of the dark green and yellow striped wallpaper had been ripped off. Pieces of original paintings littered the floor with the remains of several large armchairs, a conference table, and what had once been a black briefcase full of money.
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