Charles "Alex Friedrich Esquire, caused a whole lot of damages during teenage hood. He was the social role of trouble; Vandalizing malls to the fullest extent, in the dead of the night. Painting cops car, getting into fights. He hated his father." It was Max, with eyes and fingers in front of the system, on the wooden desk that was filled with gazillions of paperworks. There was a cold coffee at the side of the system, that he drank on several occasions, with a sour facial expression. It was a Tuesday afternoon, at the station. Max and me were having a discussion, when I brought up Alex. He insisted on knowing why, and right at that moment, the idea of searching Max on our Criminal records, popped into my head. So I barked an order to Max to check for Alex because it was important. And he had hurriedly abandoned the paperworks, h
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