"We have evidence placing you at the scene of the crime," Detective Cruz said, laying out the facts.
"I was there, but I didn't kill him," the suspect confessed, his facade crumbling.
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"Then who did?" I pressed, eager to uncover the truth.
"It was...it was my partner," the suspect admitted, tears welling up in his eyes.
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"Your partner?" Detective Cruz repeated, her interest piqued.
"He was the one who stabbed Mr. Salud. I tried to stop him, but it was too late," the suspect confessed, his voice filled with regret.
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"Where can we find him?" I asked, feeling a surge of adrenaline.
"He's at our hideout on the outskirts of town," the suspect revealed, his voice barely above a whisper.
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"Let's go," Detective Cruz said, her eyes blazing with determination.
As we raced to the hideout, I couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. We were running out of time to catch the real killer.
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As we approached the hideout, Detective Cruz signaled for silence.
