“Okay, so where are they at?” He further interrogated me.
“At the Geneva Energy Labs in the outskirts of the city.” I explained. “I don’t know what they’re doing over there besides using energy sources, but they better not tamper with my life’s work.”
“Alright. What else do you know?” Hayes continued.
“Nothing. Are you done questioning me now? I already have enough drama as it is after that incident.”
He got off the seat and closed his notebook. “That’s it. Thanks for the information though. You have a good day.”
Sure, just don’t let the door hit your gluteus maximus on the way out. These false accusations need to stop.
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