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Calling the commanding officer
Mark walked into the police station with the binder tucked tightly under his arms. The moment he stepped inside, he felt a wave of nerves rushing over his body, but he promised his parents to help. He asked for the commanding officer, and after waiting a minute or so, a stern-looking man stepped forward. Mark shared his story and presented the man with the binder. They stepped into an interrogation room.
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