Just A Hunch

He frowned. His own speculations were getting carried away. He thought way too much. Not every person had to be a criminal. This person was normal. As were a lot of people. Just because he dealt with the un-norm, if there was such a thing, didn't mean that was everyone. Right? Reassurance was what he needed. Reassurance that letting that car leave was the right thing to do. Give the person the freedom they have, because they're at their own will to do whatever, well almost whatever, they please. It was too late to follow now, anyway, even if he did change his mind. They were ahead, he'd lost sight of them, which was really too bad. But what else could he do? It was just a hunch. Nothing solid.

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