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SO, WHO KILLED MADAM?
<p><span style="background-color: transparent;"><strong><em>Scene Five — End of Part One</em></strong></span></p><p><strong><em>Corridor outside Interrogation Room B. 8:54 p.m.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em>Fashola is reviewing the call log on his phone when the man appears at the far end of the corridor. Rumpled shirt, worn shoes, walking like a man looking for a place to sit.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em>He stops beside Fashola and faces the vending machine.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em><br/></em></strong></p><p>"She said to tell you she is fine." The man presses a button. Nothing drops. "She said don't let the two men you have caught go, they're a tool."</p><p><br/></p><p>Fashola stares at him. "Who are you?"</p><p><br/></p><p>The man ignores the question. "She said find Sniper. When you find him, hold him." He hits the machine once. A bottle of water drops. He picks it up and uncaps it.</p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;"><br/></span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;"> "He has been doing this for years. Cloning into people's lives. She said she will be the last."</span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;"><br/></span></p><p>"Is she safe?"</p><p><br/></p><p>The man recaps the bottle, tucks it under his arm, and looks at Fashola with the pity one reserves for a question that doesn't need answering.</p><p><br/></p><p>He turns and walks back down the corridor. His worn shoes squeak faintly against the floor tiles until he rounds the corner and vanishes.</p><p><br/></p><p>Fashola stands alone in the silence, Tabitha, the two men he interrogated some days ago, sniper? Now, a haggard looking man? Who are these people? Who is Tabitha??</p><p><br/></p><p>His hand found his temple, his fingers massaging it gently. He looks back at the interrogation room door, looked back at the corridor where the man from earlier stood, then pulls off his jacket...</p><p><br/></p><p>"I must get to the root of this" he said, through gritted teeth.</p><p><br/></p><p>Sniper is out there.</p><p><br/></p><p>And apparently, so is she.</p>
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