"It's in that house," said Jeremiah.
John stared at him for a few seconds. "This is about something else, isn't it?"
Jeremiah's silence made it clear: it was never about his suspicion. It was about finding more evidence.
John shook his head sharply and replied, "Nope." He put the liquor back in the cabinet. "There's no way, Jerry."
"Come on!" Jerry insisted. "Trust me, I can do this."
"And why? Why are you so interested in this case, Jerry?" John asked. "I honestly don't understand why you're so obsessed."
Jeremiah's eyes widened. "I'm doing my part in this. Is it too much to ask for someone out there to just do their part?"
"Except it's not your part. Listen, this argument has gone on for far too long, Jerry, and I'm afraid I can't give you what you asked for."
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