Wynter turned toward the voice and saw a mother and her son at the doorway. The woman still had her apron on, looking like she worked at a fruit chain store.


    “A very handsome man told us toe here,” Jolle said, holding Harold’s shoulder. “I hope we’re in the right ce.”


    Given the unique nature of the bullying case, the Special Unit was indeed the only one handling it.@@novelbin@@


    Wynter approached them. “You are, ma’am. We’re handling the case.<b>”</b>


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