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"We can't do anything without proofs, sir." The police officer apologized.

"I'm telling you, he tried to kill me with his men! I remember it now! Look!" Lucas opened his shirt to show him the big scar.

"Sir!"

"See this? He stabbed my body! He wanted me dead!"

"But, sir, we don't know if it was Mr Eric Pierce," The officer said. "You lost your memory. Maybe you're confused."

"What the hell are you saying?" Lucas scoffed, "So what?! You'll let a criminal live his life like he never did anything wrong?"

The officer sighed. "We need proofs, sir. Proofs."

"Bullshit," Lucas muttered and left the police station. He didn't want to go to the studio. He needed something else, so he searched for Felicia's number and called her.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Felicia,"

"What? Lucas? Oh god, Lucas Verratti just called me! Isn’t it the strangest thing?"

"Not funny," Lucas rolled his eyes.