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Debra came straight to the point. "Since Mr. Hardy is aware of the situation, please take me to see Michael."

The officer nodded, jumping to his feet. "Of course, everything's ready. Right this way, Ms. Frazier."

He led her through a maze of corridors until they reached the interrogation room. Michael had been locked up for days now.

His once-clean-shaven face was covered with rough stubble, and dark circles hung beneath his eyes.

The moment he saw Debra enter, he shot to his feet. The guards at the door stepped forward, ready to intervene if necessary.

"Ms. Frazier, you can speak with him here," the officer said. "We'll be right outside if you need anything."

Debra said calmly, "No need. I'm here to take him with me."

The officer stammered, "Uh, that's not something we can authorize."

at them. "Michael is an artist under the McKinney Group. Our lawyers have been negotiating with you for days. If he assaulted someone, we'll pay damages. But you've kept him here this long. Surely, you've uncovered something by now." Michael, unable to contain his frustration,

turned back to the officer. "If he didn't lay a hand on anyone, what right do you have to keep

isn't conclusive, and the victim is refusing

so-called victim? I'd love to see who dares to

had conveniently disappeared, leaving him to handle

and I'll talk

officer still

But the other victim refused to relent. He

matter? Can't

should have told you that I'm not an easy person to deal with. I've given you a way out.

away," Debra pressed.

officer finally gave in. "Alright, I'll bring

chair. "But I have limited time. If the person isn't here in half