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Prompt:  Breaking down

In a last ditch effort to locate her partner, Juliet O'Hara stuck her head into Chief Vick's office. "Chief, have you seen Carlton? He went to lunch over an hour ago. It's not like him to be late."

Looking up from the report she was reading, Karen Vick nodded. A knowing smile snuck its way to her lips. Without saying a word, she merely pointed to the window that overlooked the station parking lot. Juliet walked over and peered through the glass, bearing witness to the drama unfolding outside.

There, the tall, Irish detective stood solemnly at attention before the dark blue Crown Vic. The mission vehicle he shared with his partner. Car Seven-Zero. Top speed 140 miles per hour. Cornered like a dream. She had served them well, but after blowing a gasket and suffering the indignity of a busted torque converter, it was time to say goodbye.

There would be no more like her. The model had been retired.

Lassiter drew his service revolver and fired a single shot into the engine block, giving her the hero's farewell she deserved.

It was the least he could do.

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