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Part 17: The Symbol Killer
I can feel my heart pounding so fast as I hold onto my laptop bag as tight as I can. I'm excited and nervous for Officer Douglas to see what I prepared for him---the exact location where the symbol killer is. And if everything goes well today, they can finally arrest the man.
I keep holding my breath inside this crowded elevator as I feel Clayton slowly putting his arm around my waist. I gestured him to stop, trying not to give in to his soft touch. But he just smiled.
"I was worried about you, you shit." Brenna slams her hands on my desk. "You didn't call. Didn't leave a message. You got me thinking you were dead!"
We were given a short break and I decided to spend it by clearing things out with Brenna. Clayton, on the other hand, went out with some of our workmates for a couple of drinks, which includes Wilson (and I'm kind of surprised he joined them).
"Where were you last night?" she asked as she sits beside me, still giving me
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