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Isabella 121.

I noticed something about the way Michael spoke to Damien. It was beyond platonic and what stuck me as odd was that they both had some sort of resemblance and I the playful banter sounded so familiar.

"Let's get to it," Michael said, straight to the point. "We have reason to believe that your mom was murdered," He said.

Damien and I both looked at each other.

"Damn it. You both know," Michael said and leaned back in frustration.

"Arsenic acid," I said to Michael.

Michael threw Damien a suspicious glare. "That is police information, how do you know that?" He demanded.

"Someone sent it to my email on my computer this morning," I told him. "When I searched for the email that sent it online, there was no results," I added.

"Whoever this person is, they know know how to stay hidden," Michael said. "I am currently investigating this matter but it is being done secretly, there is enough heat on you as it is," Michael said.

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