In the early hours of a Denver morning, Policeman William H. Beck was dutifully walking his beat along 16th Street. The city was quiet, the silence broken only by the echo of his own footsteps on the pavement. As he passed a local business, a detail out of the ordinary caught his experienced eye: a rear door stood ajar.
With a sense of duty and caution, he approached the darkened entryway. He entered the business with the intention of leaving a note for the owner to inform them of the ins
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