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“Sinclair, I shouldn’t even be talking

to you. But if this is a mess, then it’ll

clear itself up” I place my face in my

hands. “Hey,” He shifts next to me, and

when I look at him, he’s kneeling down

beside me. He tips my chin toward him,

forcing me to look at him. He realizes

what he is doing and drops his hand.

“I have to move you to a holding

cell, just until your lawyer gets you bail.”