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Hancock did not look happy to see the three of us crowding into his cozy equipment rental office. “I told you everything I know. Why can’t you leave me and my family alone?”
Shea plopped her butt on his desk, glaring at him with her arms crossed. “Seems there’s a discrepancy in your story, dude.”
“What are you talking about?” From the look on his face, I thought he might bolt. I nodded at Byrd, and he blocked the door.
“Your alibi is bullshit,” I said.
“Do you own a g*n?” Shea pressed.
“No, I don’t own a g*n. I hate guns.”
I glared at him. “Then where the hell were you that night?”
“I told you, my family and I went to the movies!”
“Two days after James Fitzgerald was murdered. We checked your bank records.”
“You went into my bank records? What gives you the right?”
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