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........ Arlo ........ “Mr. Dean, you are free to go,” detective Greene says, coming inside the room and I get up and grab my jacket as he adds I must not leave the country. I exit the room and I find Malaya waiting outside and she rushes over to me, her eyes teary. “Goddess,” she whispers, engulfing me in a hug. “Are you okay?” she asks, pulling back and I tell her I am. The detective was still interrogating me when a guy walked inside, saying I must say nothing before telling me he was my lawyer. He walks up to us again and introduces himself. I introduce myself back. We discuss and he advises me to stay home and distance myself from the situation, but I can’t. A hundred and forty people are still alive and fighting for their lives, and I have to see if I can help them. The device