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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"Fine, call Colby! Call Sophie! Surely you

two interrogators glanced

the study's sofa, stunned. "What? Odie got arrested at the

a crime movie. They say it was

around frantically on the beach-what a

"And then?"

as Colby said, "The station mentioned that Odie

him up? He got

"Exactly!"

Jenna nodded in agreement.

possibly discuss this somewhere other than my study?" "Oh come on, Mr.

Estate

year and still not use every room. One

cleared up. If we don't

his hands frantically, and Jenna

"Why not?"

don't want to

of the Mintons is terrifying, and

put on a frightened