ASHLEY “What happened to Mr Simon?" The brown haired cop with a receding hairline, seated across from me, asked for the fourth time."I don't know,” I repeated the same answer that I've been giving for the past hour.The man sighed and leaned into the chair, drumming his fingers on the table. His forehead wrinkled in frustration but I remained unfazed, standing by my words and blank expression, and that was what enraged him more.“Do you have an alibi to back up your claims, perhaps," he asked, finally changing the question."The man was supposed to be my alibi but he turned against me,” I muttered.He scoffed loudly, throwing his head back in amusement.I wondered what amused him because there was nothing joyful about my looks or answers.“Everyone knows you're Simon's enemy," he muttered, going through the tab in his hand.I clenched my fist and took a deep breath. I knew this would be the response I would get after I was arrested.Lilian knew this, too, and she used it to her adva
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