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My heart pounds in my chest as Detective Simmons delivers the shocking news. Why on earth do they need to search my place? I protest, my voice trembling with disbelief, but the officers brush past me, their expressions stern.
I stand there, rooted to the spot, as they rummage through my belongings, every item they touch feeling more than just an invasion of my privacy but a violation of my rights. The entire scene unfolds before me like a surreal nightmare and all I can do is ask the same question repeatedly: Why are they searching my place?
One officer finds Lane’s file, the one I had for my investigation, and desperation claws at me as I rush over to Detective Simmons as he accepts a file. His eyes widen as he opens it to see photos of Lane and his
