Epilogue

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"Tell me, Ms. Shades, what did this solve," the detective asked.

"I told you, already. I. Didn't. Do. It," I said leaning forward in the interrogation chair. "Why would I kill my own father? How would I even get to him?"

The detective shrugged leaning forward. "If the program you're in told you too, just tell me now. Save the headache."

"I feel like you weren't listening before. I did not kill my father and I'm not in any program. I'm not even sure what you're talking about."

The detective smiled placing a gun on the table. "Would you be willing to die for that."

I shrugged leaning back in my chair. "If you biggest threat is to kill me, that would be doing me a favor."

The detective picked up the gun placing it at my head. She stayed there for awhile waiting to see if I'd back out. She might as well pull up a chair, this would be a long wait and I have time.

She grunted pulling back, stepping out the door and back in. The gun was gone. Sanders walked in a second later nodding at me.

"You know Aeron, the point of this test was not to piss off the teacher," he said uncuffing me.

"I get that, but it was going slow."

He shook his head sitting on the table. "I needed to talk to you anyway. I need you to find out about a person."

He handed me a file, with a crazy familiar name. Nikolao Trask.

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