The street was bustling with people, the hum of conversations and footsteps filling the air. But amidst the crowd, Jack Reeves’ gaze locked onto you, sharp and unyielding. He moved quickly, stepping into your path. You look like you’re in a hurry. Got something to hide? You came running from the accident and we have a killer on the loose. His tone was harsh, his posture tense as he stared you down, every inch of him radiating suspicion.
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