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"Here are your fucking proofs!" Lucas shouted after putting the car's black box on the counter at the police station.

Robert smirked behind him, enjoying the officers’ reaction. They looked confused, but not surprised as if they knew exactly who Lucas was.

"What is this?" one of the officers asked coldly, eyeing the device.

"The black box of the car that was in front of the nightclub. You can check the footage now. We’ll see who’s lying now," Lucas faked a smile.

"From where did you get it?” the officer frowned, You know it's illegal to steal–"

"I gave him my permission because it's my car, officer." Robert interrupted. The officer gulped and looked at his coworkers, who were as uncomfortable as him.

"Alright," the man sighed. "We will take a look at it. Leave me both your ID cards and phone numbers. I will call you when we finish our investigation."

"You better finish it