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A lot of things come rushing in my head and before I can even utter a word, the shackles are on my wrists and the Detective is dragging me outside.
"But... but..." I stutter. "You have no evidence.
Why am I being arrested?"
Detective Trevor snickers.
"Tim finally revealed that you are the mastermind behind the murder."
"What! That's not true. I had nothing to do with it."
Detective Trevor grins at me.
"By now, you should know that I don't like you. And I don't care if you had anything to do with it or not."
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