[Meanwhile, at the Police Station…]

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Hank remained stubborn, refusing to back down. He sat slumped in his chair, exhaustion etched into his face. Honestly, it was impressive that he had lasted this long.

Hours had passed since they brought him in, and the detectives’ relentless interrogation was beginning to take its toll.

Detective Jenkins leaned forward, his voice firm yet controlled, the lines of fatigue evident on his face. “Hank, we’ve been at this for hours,” he said. “We know you were involved in Joanna McGregor’s accident, and we need to know why.”

Hank looked up, his eyes bloodshot and tired. “I’ve told you everything I know.”

“No, you...