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Chapter 63: Alibi

Author: Hercule Exposito
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“I don’t know what to feel,” Chuck blurted out as he took his right foot out of the men’s comfort room. “ They believed us. I cannot imagine the trouble we have to got through when they will eventually realize that we were lying just to lure them out of the crime scene. I’m starting to feel kind of nervous now,” he furthered, but this time, he was cracking and popping the joints of his right knuckle.  

Rabiya grabbed Chuck’s shoulders in attempt to stop him from walking too fast. “Let us not think about that first, okay? What is important right now is that we succeeded in our mission and Travis and his brother can now get in here with no difficulties to face anymore.” I was with Rabiya when she said this, but I was suspecting her a little for feeling no nervousness at all. She was so chill. So steady as if she did not care whether someth

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