Because the evidence wing's security cameras were still rolling. And Leo had already set his phone to record.
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Leo knew. He was holding the third alibi—the real one. And the real killer wasn't Julian Croft. It was the man who had everything to lose: Marcus Vane. And Vane had friends. Friends like a detective who worked the night shift. Friends who paid "Maintenance Services." But the box was right there, and the
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