maybe this was a bad idea
"So, what did you find?" I ask the detective, Max sitting in front of me. He scans the paper he's holding before setting it on his cluttered desk and looking at me. He's different from August, messy and rude. "Ma'am, I told you that we did not find any DNA on that box." He says, irritated. I roll my eyes, before folding my arms and looking at him. His office is small with many other desks cramped in there. The desk nearest us, detectives sit, eating lunch and watching TV loudly. "What did you find then? Did you go to that area and look for clues?"I ask him sharply, giving him my best glare. It works, and he shifts uncomfortably, eyes darting around, thinking for excuses. "No, not yet. I'll go there tomorrow." He tells me stubbornly, and I wonder if I can get my detective changed. Thoro
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