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Manipulation.

Leon knew.

He knew the second he was taken into custody, the second Sherry was ripped from his side crying and pleading for her safety, that he would do and say everything that needed to be done and said to keep that little girl safe.

They cuffed him to a chair in an interrogation room before leaving him to hang. The heat was up way too high, sweat beading down his temple, reminding him he had narrowly escaped being burnt to a crisp multiple times last night. Leon couldn't help but find it ironic that he had shown up for his first day on the police force just to have the tables violently turned on him. Instead of cuffing petty thieves and rowdy drug dealers to a chair himself, here he was being cuffed and treated like a high-class criminal who had done something worse than murder.

"What are you smirking about?" The lead detective on his case entered the room, slapping down a folder onto the table. He looked stern, but not unkind. Leon hadn't said anything yet in his defense, but he knew he would eventually blab the whole story. For Sherry.

"The irony." Leon said. And the man must have already checked out his background because he laughed too.

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