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Amber approached the body and swiped at the pen sticking out of the corpse’s neck, removing any possibility of fingerprints. “Hm,” Amber said, her lips tightening as she stared at the sign. It was a collection of large glass cylinders and spheres combined in an avant-garde design. “And what’s your business here?” The male officer asked. The sound of the chair scraping across the floor barely covered the ragged gurgle of Phillip Castor’s attempts to breathe. Once done, she continued to ignore the desperate gurgling sounds from Castor as she calmly pulled a shirt and pair of pants out of her bag. However, I need to verify your story to protect my client’s interests. She would leave looking precisely as she had arrived. “If you would, just place your bag on the belt. “The ledger you stole from Mr. “And the key?”
“It’s a card, so it’s thin. Amber Bell hung up her phone and adjusted her glasses as she looked up at the strange building before her. A large piece of the building jutted off the side with a sign attached to it: Christoph Jarden Correctional and Rehabilitation Facility. “My name is Amber Bell, and I represent Brantwood Holdings.
