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from him. I’ve never seen him that angry before. “I know where we can find him” I already did some background check on the man in the past, the name of my suspect was Aaron, Susan’s uncle. “Where do we find him?!” Kevin said, “He works at a restaurant as a waiter, I

hearing my words “Who are you?” he said. That moment I caught a glimpse of a hand picking up a bottle from the table, the hand swung shattering the bottle on Aaron's head. Blood spurted out of his skull, splattering all over my face. The bottle pieces scattered all over the floor, Aaron bent over with his hand holding his head. He let out a loud groan, standing right by me was Kelvin clenching the other half of the bottle. All the veins in his body was showing,

wrong? What if it was just a stupid suspicion and Aaron has no hand in this? Inside me, panic started creeping in. The thoughts of just assaulting an innocent man. Kelvin shook my arms off him, and stood to his feet. “Its the boy in green!” A man yelled pointing at Kelvin. Two police officers walked into the restaurant and started walking towards us. Kelvin knelt down, dropped something right behind me, then he

on the way I felt the darkness pressing in on me, it was heavy. I opened her door, the apartment was still empty, there was still no sign of her. I fell to my knees and started screaming on top of my voice. I felt like crying, but no drop of tear fell from my eyes. I got up, walked out of the apartment, locked it and headed for home. “Hey kiddo,” my dad called out as I entered our sitting room. He sat on the couch with a beer in his hand. When was the last ti