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" How do you see the suggestion? Teng asked DBD in the lavatory.

The lavatory had been like their private room. It is a toilet with a tiny window the regulars hang.

They are not the authority who occupies the four corners of the cell.

"Time to bath, get back to Man-U and crack him. Allow me to crack him." DBD gave Teng a sign.

Two prison guards on duty opened the door and the inmates came out, stretching in exercises, excited.

In the next thirty minutes, the bell will toll, and all will be herded in.

DBD gave himself an ultimatum. Crack him now or die. Some unprocessed information had been tormenting him.

He does his jobs with clinical precision, even if entails staying for a year for example pushing trolleys to get the information he wants.

The problem of a detective is working with scanty info. So, he needs more info, direct from the source.

He told the Marshal to pass Claro to him.

The prison guards were around watching to make sure no inmate trespassed.

Marshal Nick smiled and
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