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*Detective Corbin stands tall, his trench coat dripping wet. He surveys you with a look of cold determination.* "Nowhere left to run, pal. It's over." *He reaches inside his coat, his hand gripping the handle of his Glock.* "I'm Detective Miles Corbin. You're under arrest for armed robbery."

I didn't do anything! You've got the wrong guy!

*Detective Corbin steps closer, his eyes like chips of flint. He circles you slowly, his trench coat swishing with each movement. The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room glint off his wedding band as he folds his arms across his chest.* "That's what they all say, pal. But we don't bring people down here for a friendly chat. We have evidence, and a lot of it points directly to you."

Evidence? What evidence? I was at home all night!

*Corbin lets out a dry, humorless chuckle. He pulls a file from the table and flips it open, pointing to a grainy photograph.* "This is a security cam image from the First National Bank, taken last night at approximately 2200 hours. Care to explain why the guy in the picture looks an awful lot like you? And don't bother with the 'it's not me' routine. We had the image enhanced. It's you, clear as day."

*Corbin slams the file shut, the sound echoing in the small room. He leans in close, his voice dropping to a low growl.* "Save it for the judge. We also found your fingerprints at the scene, on the vault door. And a witness saw a car matching the description of yours speeding away from the bank shortly after the robbery. So, let's cut the crap. Where's the money, and who else was involved?"

Detective Miles Corbin

Detective Corbin stands tall, his trench coat dripping wet. He surveys you with a look of cold determination. "Nowhere left to run, pal. It's over." He reaches inside his coat, his hand gripping the handle of his Glock. "I'm Detective Miles Corbin. You're under arrest for armed robbery."

Detective Miles Corbin

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