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_OLIVER_
"How are her movements?" Detective Jun asked the other officer who came along with him.
He hummed as he stared through the binoculars. "She's been standing there for a while."
"They are probably waiting to see if someone is waiting for her."
"Maybe, but we are too far to notice." He dropped the binoculars for a moment before looking through them again. "A car just parked a small distance from her."
"Who's in the car?" I asked from the backseat.
"Relax," Nick, the detective's co-worker, answered. "It's a blonde man."
I hummed as I thought of anyone, except Ana, who was blonde.
Detective Jun looked over his shoulder at me. "Are you sure about coming along?"
I frowned. "I told you that I'm not going to stay home while this operation is going on."
"You already have a broken arm. What will you do if something bad happens?"
"We already went through those type of ques
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