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Chapter 7: Max Thompson 2.

As the new week began, our team was determined to crack the case of Gabriel Thompson's murder. We had been investigating for days, and finally, we had gotten Max Thompson, Gabriel's brother, to agree to come in for more questioning.
I sat across from Max in the interrogation room, my eyes locked on his. The fluorescent lights above us cast a harsh glare, making every detail of his face stand out. His eyes, a deep brown, seemed to hold a mixture of emotions - fear, anxiety, and maybe even a hint of guilt.
"So, Max, can you tell me when you first found out about your brother's death?" I asked, my voice firm but controlled. I leaned forward slightly, my elbows on the table, and my hands clasped together.
Max shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes darting around the room. He seemed to be avoiding eye contact, and his body language screamed of nervousness. "It was that same night," he said finally, his voice low and hesitant.
I raised an eyebrow, my interest piqued. "That same night? You mean the night of the murder?" I repeated, wanting to make sure I understood him correctly.
Max nodded, his eyes dropping to the floor. "Yeah. I got a call from...from someone. They told me that Gabriel was dead." His voice cracked slightly, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of tears in his eyes.
I made a note on my pad, my mind racing with possibilities. "Who was it that called you?" I asked, my pen poised over the paper.
Max hesitated, then shook his head. "I don't know. The voice was distorted. I couldn't tell who it was." He looked up at me, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I swear, I don't know who it was."
I leaned back in my chair, my eyes never leaving his face. I studied him, searching for any sign of deception. But his expression seemed genuine, and I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was that didn't add up.
"Okay, Max," I said finally, moving on to the next question. "Let's talk about the scene of the crime. Did you notice anything unusual when you got there?"
Max thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No, nothing. Just...just the usual stuff. Police tape, forensic markers...that kind of thing." He seemed to be reciting a script, and I wondered if he was hiding something.
I leaned forward again, my voice taking on a slightly sharper tone. "Max, are you sure about that? We have reason to believe that there was a piece of paper left behind at the scene. A piece of paper with a message on it." I watched him closely, looking for any reaction.
Max's eyes flickered, just for a moment. Then he shook his head again. "No, I'm sure I didn't see anything like that." He seemed to be trying too hard to convince me, and I sensed that he might be hiding something.
I sighed inwardly, my gut telling me that Max was holding back. But I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.
"Okay, Max," I said finally, standing up from my chair. "That's all for now. But we'll be in touch soon. You can count on it." I smiled, trying to reassure him, but my eyes never left his face.
Max nodded, his eyes still darting around the room. Then he stood up, and I escorted him out of the interrogation room. As we walked out of the station, I couldn't help but feel that we were getting close to something. But what, exactly, I wasn't quite sure.
"Rodriguez," I said, turning to my partner, who was standing by the door. "I think we need to dig deeper into Max's alibi. See if we can find anyone who can confirm his story." I handed him a folder with the case files. "Get started on that ASAP."
Rodriguez nodded, his eyes locked on mine. "Already on it, Jones. I'll get right to work." He took the folder and headed off towards his desk, leaving me to ponder the next step in our investigation.
As I watched Max walk away from the station, I couldn't help but feel that we were just scratching the surface of something much bigger. Something that would lead us down a rabbit hole of twists and turns, and ultimately, to the truth.
But for now, I just had to keep pushing forward, one step at a time.
"Let's get to work," I said, turning back to Rodriguez. "We've got a case to solve."
As I walked back into the conference room, I saw Peter, Paul, and Mike waiting for my next order. They were all sipping their coffee, their eyes fixed on me, expecting me to give them their next task. But instead of assigning them a new task, I decided to share my insight from the interrogation with Max.
"Guys, I think I've got something," I said, taking a seat at the head of the table. I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers together as I began to explain my theory.
Peter, Paul, and Mike all leaned in, their eyes sparkling with interest. "What is it, Jones?" Peter asked, his voice filled with anticipation. He set his coffee cup down and gave me his full attention.
I took a deep breath, collecting my thoughts. "I think Max noticed something about Gabriel's death an hour late," I said, my eyes scanning the room. I could see the skepticism in their eyes, but I knew I had to convince them.
Paul's eyebrows shot up. "An hour late? What do you mean?" He leaned forward, his elbows on the table, and his hands clasped together.
I nodded, my mind racing with the timeline. "Think about it, guys. The report said that the police were there thirty minutes after Gabriel's death. That means the police definitely had taken away the piece of paper before Max got to know about his brother's death." I paused, letting the information sink in.
Mike's eyes lit up. "You're saying that Max didn't see the piece of paper because it was already gone?" He sat back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face.
I nodded, my theory taking shape. "Exactly. And that's why Max seemed so hesitant when I asked him about it. He didn't want to admit that he didn't see it, because that would mean he got to the scene an hour after the police." I leaned forward, my eyes locked on theirs.
Peter scribbled some notes on his pad. "But why would Max lie about that?" He looked up at me, his eyes filled with curiosity.
I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers together. "I think Max is hiding something, guys. And I think it's connected to the piece of paper." I paused, letting the tension build.
Paul's eyes narrowed. "You think Max wrote the note?" He asked, his voice filled with skepticism.
I shook my head. "I don't know, but I think he knows more than he's letting on. And I think we need to dig deeper to find out what that is." I looked around the table, meeting each of their eyes.
Mike nodded, his eyes locked on mine. "I agree. Let's get to work on that." He stood up, his chair scraping against the floor.
I smiled, feeling a sense of camaraderie with my team. "I'll let Rodriguez continue on his task of verifying Max's alibi. Meanwhile, let's start digging into Max's background, see if we can find any connections to the piece of paper." I stood up, my eyes scanning the room.
Peter, Paul, and Mike all nodded, their faces set with determination. We were a team, and we were going to solve this case together.
As we began to brainstorm and assign tasks, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. We were getting close to something, and I could feel it. The air was electric with anticipation, and I knew we were on the cusp of a breakthrough.
"Let's get to work, guys," I said, standing up from my chair. "We've got a case to crack." I clapped my hands together, the sound echoing through the room.
With renewed energy and focus, we set to work, determined to uncover the truth behind Gabriel's murder and the mysterious piece of paper.
Rodriguez, who had been quietly working on his task, looked up from his computer. "Jones, I think I've got something," he said, his voice filled with excitement.
I turned to him, my heart racing with anticipation. "What is it, Rodriguez?" I asked, my eyes locked on his.
Rodriguez smiled, his eyes sparkling with triumph. "I found a discrepancy in Max's alibi. It looks like he wasn't where he said he was at the time of the murder." He leaned back in his chair, a satisfied expression on his face.
I felt a surge of adrenaline, my mind racing with possibilities. "Let's get to work on that, Rodriguez. We might have just found our break in the case." I turned to the team, my eyes locked on theirs. "Let's move, guys. We've got a lead to follow."

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