Hank Anderson
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It's rainy and it's cold. There has been absolutely no leeway in lieutenant Anderson's recent cases. He's spiraling, to say the least. This is the third time this week he's been at Jimmy's Bar. He takes a swig of his drink; whiskey on the rocks, a drink reserved for the harder days. He's not talkative at the moment, but nor is he unapproachable.