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Do you need a leash, man?

Shit. He muttered for the third time.

Shit.

Shit.

The word slipped out again and again, like a broken record.

Unknown to him, he gave Lori the idea.

He gave her the idea to nail her sins on Ivory when he said:

“Who knows what you’ll do dressed up as the woman I actually care about.”

EARLIER

Lori smirked as she furiously typed on a burner phone.

“Lori Spencer located at the Covelli Mansion.”

She took a picture of herself still dressed as Ivory and attached it to the anonymous message before forwarding it to the precinct.

PRESENT

“Look,” Arlo explained, “The lady beside me is not Lori. This is Ivory, I picked her from the airport myself!”

The sergeant was adamant. “It’s against our code of conduct to reject evidence sir, we have to take your partner with us.”

Ivory’s heart sank to her stomach, her legs failed as the policemen surrounded her, holding her arms to the back like a proclaimed fugitive.

“Arlo, what’s going on?” She asked, utterly confused by the unfolding events.

Shit. A
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