Connecting the Dots
I hugged the stolen bag that Tim owned, sick to my stomach of what we did. It shouldn't be like this. We shouldn't have done him this way but the time pressure and demand for every update of such a complicated news story were holding me by the neck. Editors had called me endlessly for the past few days as the Leyte's 'Royal Family' was falling to pieces. And what Tim holds in this bag is the proof that Pelaezes' royalty came from taking advantage of others, of innocent young children and Jerry's unbelievable accumulation of wealth from stolen city taxes. I can't let him sell it to just anyone. It was evidence… and it was my story. It took sometime before Tim found out about his missing bag, but it was too late. James has accelerated the bike's speed. We were already far away. "Wait! And
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