Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Devonport Police Station.

*Bam!*

Odie slammed his foot into the table, yelling, "I'm not here to buy machines, dammit! I'm not one of you Devonport folks! I'm here to help you catch a crook, got it?"

The two interrogators exchanged glances, clearly thinking he was out of his mind.

One of them, staying calm, asked, "Tell us about the severed hand and the machine found in the box."

"I've told you a thousand times, I'm helping you catch someone! Why the hell are you detaining me?"

Odie, known for his short fuse, was fuming. All he could think about was who had set him up. Answering questions was the last thing on his mind.

The interrogator ignored his outburst and pressed on, "How many times have you transported these machines? Who's the buyer? And the seller?"

"I'm the president of the Mintons, ever heard of the Summerfield Minton family? And you're detaining me? You're asking me who the seller is? I damn well want to know who's been moving machines out of my company!"

"So, the machines belong to your company?"

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call Colby! Call Sophie!

interrogators glanced at each

sofa, stunned. "What? Odie got

said, "It was like a scene out of a crime movie. They say

frantically on the beach-what a hilarious scene that

"And then?"

station mentioned that Odie wants us to

also munching on popcorn, chimed in, "Why bother picking him up? He got caught transporting machines, let him

"Exactly!"

Jenna nodded in agreement.

other than my study?" "Oh come on, Mr. Gordon, don't be like that. We've all been crashing at

Burke Estate

a year and still not use every room. One more or one less of

out, get the whole machine situation cleared up. If we don't go, Odie might not say a word."

his hands frantically, and Jenna

"Why not?"

"I don't

head of the Mintons is

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