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He relaxed slightly and nodded. "Yeah.. You're right."
He huffed. "This sucks."
"Hm.. Then the matter of the initial attacker.."
"Maybe she was framed?"
"It was in her locker.." He seemed confused. "Why was it in her locker?"
Maverick huffed. "Well we got one of them."
He nodded slowly. "Fair enough."
He frowned. "Hm.. Theresa? Thoughts?"
"Were you blackmailed in any way?"
"Hm.. Alright then." He looked back at the girl. "What about you?"
"What did the caller sound like?"
"You could have told someone it was blackmail."
Maverick looked back at Theresa again.
"That is quite convenient."
Maverick looked at the boy, raising his eyebrows. "Well?"
Maverick looked back at Theresa hesitantly.
He frowned. "Well who else knows your locker combination?"
"Then who put that knife in your locker? And who was there the night we found it?"
"That's right," he said, letting a small smile slip before facing the boy. "And you caused the power outage."
He folded his hands. Theresa would be able to tell he was hiding his immense excitement. "The murder weapon was found in your locker."
