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Amara Winters' POV
Two and a half years, two and a half years and Harry never noticed the bottle? Niall never noticed the bottle? That's weird, it only took one afternoon for me and Harry to see it. Something strange was going on, and I was gonna get to the bottom of it.

The store's bell rung as Harry and I entered the liquor store. We carefully looked around the store, taking in every aspect of it.

"May I help you?" An old man's voice spoke, making the both of us turn around to look at him.

"Yes, you may," I smiled, making my way over to the counter and taking out my police badge, "Officer Winters at your service. I'd like to ask a few questions." I said, making the old man's eyes widen.

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"You're sure you don't remember anyone coming in to get a bottle of 'CHATEAU LA TOUR CARNET' every once in a while?" I asked, frowning and feeling disappointed.

"Well, I can check my receipts." The old man said and I nodded, signaling him to grab his receipts. Harry checked his every move, still standing in the middle of the store to ensure safety and prevent unexpected occurrences.
The old man returned with a thick book in his arms. He flicked through the pages, stopping at a page from about three years ago.

"CHATEAU LA TOUR CARNET, May twentieth-" Harry cut the man off with a rough voice.

"We don't care about the date, we need a name." His deep voice filled the room, making me frown. I'd never seen this side of him before. But then again, for how long had I been on friendly terms with him? Yeah, about a few hours.

"Uh, t-this says a-a Mark Johnson bought one bottle of 'CHATEAU LA TOUR CARNET'." He said, handing me the receipt with shaking hands. I assuringly smiled at him as I took the receipt from him. I studied it as the owner of the store flicked through the book for more buyers.

"A-an Eddie Smith bought three bottles a year later and came back two months after that to get four more." The old man stuttered, his face pale with shock and fear. He handed me those receipts as well and started flicking through the pages.

"And a Dan Wilson bought a dozen." The old man said silently, catching both mine and Harry's attention. I took the receipt from the man's shaking hands.

"Do you happen to have the phone numbers of these men?" I asked, silently praying for a step closer to the suspects.

"They're on the end of the receipts, people have to call to get these bottles of 'CHATEAU LA TOUR CARNET', as I have to order them first." The old man said, flipping through the last few pages.

"I can't seem to find any more than this, I'm sorry Ma'am, Sir."

"That's okay, thank you so much for your help, Sir." I smiled, shaking his hand before signaling Harry that we were ready to go.
As we stepped outside, I looked at the receipts one more time.

"A dozen?" Harry asked, making me immediately catch up and understand his question.

"Dan Wilson it is."