The policeman gives her a curt nod. “Yes, I believe you are right. He didn’t mean to make a getaway necessarily.” He turns back to Maxzyne, one eyebrow raised. “I believe that was you.”
She cringes, afraid to look at her father. “Yes, sir. It was me.”
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