C67 A Costly Mistake 

The impossibly bright-colored lights of the police station conference room began to fade, and I wondered how long Zoe and I had been arguing over the finer details of anything we could remember about Mr. Finch or anyone else who might be connected to The Raven. My vocal cords were sore from holding conversations for several hours nonstop and my head ached with anxiety all the time.

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