Chapter 1: Crime Gone Wrong
Robert Duluth was not simply born; he was meticulously crafted in the fiery depths of Chicago's most shadowy neighborhoods. In this unforgiving city, where grit and resilience were the only currency, weak men were devoured by its relentless pace, spat out onto the bleak, underground corridors of Lower Wacker Drive. There, they emerged bruised, with darkened eyes that told tales of their struggles, often burdened with the weight of a parking ticket, a stark reminder of their place in a city that demanded everything and offered little in return. Robert was not one to take insults or threats lightly; he firmly believed in fighting back. A stoic figure, he wore a demeanor that rarely cracked a smile, reserving any hint of joy for the moment when justice was served and the perpetrator was locked away behind bars. He abstained from alcohol until he had completely closed a case, finding solace only in the finality of his work. When it came to sleep, the demands of his job compelled him...