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Charlie, why don't you just leave it? Move on. Use the money and take a step up in the world. Into a bigger and better place. Maybe do a course. Learn a skill. Relocate somewhere quiet and off the radar. Why've you gotta go digging around, doing things you're not supposed to? You're inviting unnecessary heat. An event this public. You should be running like the wind to get away from it. Not rocking up at the cop shop looking for trouble.
That's what a nagging voice inside of me keeps saying.
But there's another, even more annoying voice. It keeps telling me something isn't right. It's that same little voice that moralises, guilt trips, eating me up until I do something about it.
I guess I'm a nosey bastard and I've gotta know, if only to silence the damn voice. So here I am, at the
