D O M I N I C
"What the f**k do you mean you don't have anything yet?" I asked, my voice a low, menacing growl.
I was sitting in my office, Carlos standing before me, a look of grim determination on his face.
"We're questioning the staff, sir," he said, his voice calm and measured. "But so far, we've had no luck. We're still working on it."
"It's been four f*****g days," I snarled, a wave of fury and frustration washing over me. "Four days since Hailey was poisoned, four days since she almost lost our child, and we have nothing? f*****g nothing? How the f**k is that possible?"
"They're all alibied up," Carlos said, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. "Everyone we've questioned so far has an alibi. But we'll keep at it. We're not going to stop until we find something."
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