Dakota just stared straight ahead, not responding to Sam right away. Sam pressed the gas and continued driving.
“Dax, you know, right now, you can’t hide your problems from me forever. Sooner or later, everything will come out, so it’s pointless to keep it a secret,” said Sam again.
Sam looked at Dakota for a moment, then focused back on the road. He was waiting for Dakota’s answer.
“It’s a message from Roger. You think I couldn’t have secrets?” Dakota asked, looking at Sam with sharp eyes.
Sam stammered. That was true; everyone had the right to have secrets.
“Uh, well, but your secrets aren’t like everyone
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"Um, yeah, I was going to say the same thing, Dax," Sam replied. Dakota get closer to the white board; every image in front of him might hold crucial clues. "The perpetrator wants to show how they could pull off such a big performance and how they managed to execute it perfectly. They’re even willing to do dangerous things to demonstrate just how high their confidence level is. The problem is, in this world, there’s no such thing as a perfect crime." "I know! It's like one of your famous lecture titles, right? I've watched the video over and over; it's so cool, Prof," Rina exclaimed. Sam turned to Rina, furrowing his brow, wondering what the young woman meant. "What video?" "That one, Boss! The title is 'There’s No Such Thing as a Perfect Crime.' So in Professor Dakota's lecture, he gives examples of some murder cases that are so tough they’re almost unsolvable. But even if the perpetrator isn’t found, the crime is still imperfect because of the evidence left behind, just wa