Double Personality; THOMAS BRADLY.

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After Carlton left with Sophie, Winston remained seated on his swivel chair as he stared at nothing in particular.

"How's it coming along?", His buddy and close friend, Peter Lawford asked.

"Nothing I think will amount to something", Winston sighed.

"Huh?"

"Nothing really. I'm just seeing another cold case", he sighed.

"Why?"

"I mean it's clear they know what happened to her. What man doesn't care about his wife's death. I was expecting him to be trooping in here every two seconds. He did say he was going to inform the girl's mother and I'm seeing nothing. It's just as though they don't care. Not to mention the best friend. She is weird", he voiced.

Peter chuckled.

"I'm just saying. Might be one of them that killed her though", Winston shrugged, "the story's all messed up man".

Peter really had nothing to say. He just laughed.

"I wish you luck man", he finally said.

"Whatever", Winston scoffed.

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Mrs Johnson couldn't sleep or do anything. She didn't go to the academy either.

She jus