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[b][color=2f0002]Location:[/color] Chicago, IL[/b] 
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[color=F0A06B]”It wasn’t just my parents!”[/color] The kid says, frustration building in his voice. [color=F0A06B]“There have been other victims![/color] I see Costa finally making his way back to his desk and it seems the kid also notices this. Finally done trying to get anywhere with the officer behind the desk, the young Wu tried to force his way into the bullpen toward the detective. 

“Nicholas?” Costa seems a little shocked to see him trying to physically force his way through. 

A large smirk appears on my face. According to the reports, Nicholas Wu is the sole surviving family of the latest dead victim Lì Wu. There hasn’t been any signs of his father, Shouren Wu, since the incident either, but a foot or finger of his would show up eventually, I’m sure.

[color=F0A06B]”Detective, please, I need to talk to you. I think you need to reopen the case on my parents. I think this is part of something bigger-“[/color]

Costa’s eyes land on me and I swear his face pales when he realizes I’m watching the drama. I throw a wink his way, flashing him the classic black demon eyes. Without missing a beat, Costa steps forward and starts steering Nicholas towards the exit, giving me a look as if to tell me to behave until he gets back. I give him a small mock salute. 

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[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nic Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago, IL
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I try to fight against the detective and officers pushing me out the door, but I’m not strong enough. Hardly sleeping and eating has taken a toll on me. [color=F0A06B]”Please, listen to me!”[/color] My voice cracks but I don’t care. I just needed someone, [i]anyone[/i], to hear me out. Once I’m pushed out the doors, Costa places a firm hand on my shoulder. 

“You need to let this go, son.” He tells me. There was a look in his eyes I can’t quite discern that looks almost like… guilt, but it could be pity for all I know. “Your parents would want you to go on living your life. I suggest you do that.” He awkwardly pats my arm with his other hand before he releases me and goes back inside the station. 

[color=F0A06B]”What’s the fucking point.”[/color] I grunt before kicking a rock, sending it flying into a nearby parked car.