TK_Selwyn

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?

I Can Hear a Serial Killer's Voice in My Head

I turn to Tak, a new idea forming in my mind. "Tak, I need one more thing. Can I get access to the CCTV footage from when Lee was imprisoned here?"

Tak's eyebrows raise in surprise. "That's... a lot of footage, Detective. We're talking about years of recordings. It would take weeks to go through all of that."

I nod, understanding his concern. "I know it's a big ask, but I think it could be crucial. I can go through it myself. I just need access."

Tak considers for a moment, then sighs. "Alright. I'll have the IT department compile it for you. But it's going to take some time to gather all that data."

"Thank you, Tak. I appreciate your help with this."

A few hours later, I'm driving back to the police station, a hard drive full of CCTV footage sitting on the passenger seat beside me.

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