SOAR.

Think.

When I got back to my apartment I saw that it was open. Shoot. I grabbed my mini Knife

from my bag and headed for the room, back against the wall, trying to look all around.

When I got closer I found that it was just Detective Martin.

"OH MY! WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" I exclaim.

"Calm down, Your door was unlocked."

"Oh."

"Mhm, find anything?"

"No, but here are some things I found interesting," I tossed the book to the couch which

He was sitting on it.

"Wait, the boss didn't like you?"

"No.. Why?"

"Hm.. I think it's set up."

"It's possible but who would set up their own robbery? Questions! Questions are my

enemies,"

"You should see them as a friend."

"Maybe.. But if they are my friends we would be asking different questions.."

"You got it.."

"Instead of who, Why?" I question, I look at the detective and see him smirk and nod.

"But what if.."

"What if what?"

"What if he was..?"

"Was..?" He repeated.

"Yeah, what if he was?"

"Ella, I don't get it."

"Oh my.." I realise and run and snatch the book out of his studies.

"Hey!" he yells,

I re-read the drawing, looking at the ground. Noticing something that I haven't

noticed the first couple times. A coin. I tear up. Not because I was scared. Just because

I Was shocked.

"What?" He asks.

I was still in total shock, this must've been a mistake! No possible way, and if the

detectives would've seen this! I ran out the door into the field, then to the

building. Looking at the ground.

"ELLA!" I hear him catch up.

"Ella what in the wo-" he stopped when he saw it.

"Why didn't the clean up crew or detectives take that into custitie?"

"Detecti- Clean up crew- What are you talking about!"

"So.. They didn't come?"

"No." He answers, "Oh shoot."

"Go report this. Okay?" I directed him

"Yes." He answered as he started running.

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