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After the morning roll call finished at twenty past seven, Leroy Powder waited in the hall for Detective Samson. He expected her to look for him, and she did. “Sergeant Powder,” she said. “Detective.” “Lieutenant Hunter has assigned you to be part of my door-to-door team today.” “Store-to-store,” Powder said. “So he told me.” “Even though you outrank me,” Samson said. “Hunter outranks me,” Powder said. Samson studied the older man’s face. “You don’t mind?” Powder said nothing. “You mind but aren’t going to complain?” Not to you, Powder thought. “Are you?” he said. “I haven’t been in Downtown District