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AT THE STATION.

“Officer, please let me get this straight, you say my sister sent someone to kill Mr Wayne, and of course Wayne didn't die, why then do you have to blame my sister for it, the killer got arrested and he should be the one who should go to jail not my sister,” Mr Oliver grumbled. The police officer giggled, shaking his head.

“No offence Mr Oliver, but you speak like you're out of your mind, or you're probably on drugs. Your sister is the mastermind of everything, and you say I should let her go? Now let me ask you this question, and I want you to answer me in all honesty,” the police officer said, Mr Oliver nodded.

“Imagine you were to be in Wayne's shoes, or no, let's not say you, let me uses your wife as an instance, for Instance your wife was shot by an assassin, and then the assassin told you he was sent by Mr Wayne, and then you say to yourself, Mr Wayne is innocent, you only need to arrest the assassin, and then Wayne goes his, probably he will keep hiring other a