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Garud kept his eyes peeled. He had never been to a police station before. Not even been in contact with the police. Now he was sitting here, at the invitation of Detective Keith Balon, without knowing why.
“Garud, these are my colleagues Aubrey Taylor and James Whitaker,” Keith said. ‘We have a few questions for you.”
“Am I a suspect?”
“Of what?” Whitaker asked with a grin.
“Don’t,” Aubrey said. She intuited that the boy was nervous. A few stupid jokes and he might shut up completely.
“Don’t mind him. Police humor,” Keith said.
Garud frowned. “Aha …”
“You’ve done something very important yesterday,” Keith said. ‘That script you made, has provided us with important information.”
“Um … you’re welcome?” Garud said, not sure what was expected of him.
“Tell me, Garud. That system
