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"Can you forget the horrible deeds you do, Detective?" He asked. He leaned forward in his chair, the gash on his cheek looked soar. Logan sat forward in his chair, their noses were a few centimetres apart; "No you can't, but you can make up for them." He sat back again and the criminal nodded. His hands were cuffed to the table. He was bald with a thick, brown beard. His eye were different colours; one blue, one green. Logan left the room. "You just gonna leave me 'ere? You can't do that man." He called out after Logan. "You can sit there and think about what you've done, Kaine." The doors slammed shut behind him.

Logan walked through the office to his own office. Detective Bronson sat next to his office. As Logan brushed past he stood up and saluted; "Sir, a bank was robbed just earlier." Logan stopped in his tracks, his mouth dropped and his eyes widened in shock; "Again?!?" Bronson nodded and passed a file to him; "The same branch. All of them were the three city banks. No one harmed but it was the same van." Logan nodded and thanked Bronson. He went into his office and observed the file.

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