Demanding answers
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A detective leaned forward across the metal table, his tone firm but calm. “Tell us what you know about the object you tried to steal,” he said slowly, letting the words linger. “Now’s the time.”
The burglar’s hands fidgeted in his lap, knuckles whitening. Silence filled the room, heavy and pressing, the kind that demanded an answer. Harper’s eyes narrowed. He knew something big was about to come spilling out.
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