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“This has been the longest day of my life,” Mason complains as he settles down in his swivel chair. He taps the space bar on the keyboard and the FBI database shows on the screen. “Now, let’s see what happened to these detectives,” Mason types in their names and files begin to pop up on the screen about them. A video file for each of them come up from 9 months ago. “Do you wanna watch it?” I ask Mason who turns and looks at me, “It looks like they were interrogating the detectives awhile ago.” He shrugs and presses play on the video. It begins with one of the detectives saying his name, date of birth, and the place he was born. “He’s taking a lie detector test,” Mason explains, as he sits back in his chair. I cross my arms and do the same, waiting for anything vital to come up in the vi
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