Sam pulled out his phone again, asking Rina and Aris, who were standing in front of him, to go into the interrogation room and start without waiting for Dakota. They both complied and entered their respective rooms where the witnesses were already seated, waiting.“Good afternoon, uh, Mr. Jon Broun?” Rina entered with Luk. The middle-aged man worked as a city park maintenance worker and was also Ronald Ween's colleague; he was the one who first found the severed hand on the night of the incident. The man looked pale, though he was trying to stay calm, whether it was because he hadn’t eaten or the air in the interrogation room was too cold. Rina smiled, flipping through some documents in her hands, occasionally glancing at the man in front of her, who was growing impatient about why the police had called him there.“So, um, you’ve known the victim for, um, eight years? That’s quite a long time, right?” Rina said, looking at the man. He nodded. “Yeah, roughly that long.”“You used to w
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