The snow fell thick over the unconscious bodies of four small-time car thieves on 106th street, gently coating their limp forms in a thin layer of white powder.
Police Captain Aaron Slate surveyed the scene, the Christmas lights reflecting off the ice collecting on the criminal quartet.
Slate cracked a smile, heaving a sigh made visible by the grey condensation in the winter air.
“Guess he’s kept busy.”
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