"We may have to face the truth, Sarah." I sighed.
"Truth?" Sarah asked.
"That he's a criminal." I replied.
"Or that the Dealer affected him somehow." Sarah replied. "That blood on your uniform from him, I tested it and I got a chemical feedback. Some new chemical that the Dealer was putting out. I'm looking for an antidote, but it may take a while."
I looked at Sam, whose uniform had been replaced por civilian clothes and his utility cinturón, correa taken away, still unconscious on the sofá where we had handcuffed him.
"How long should it take?" I asked.
"As long as tu make it." Sarah replied.
"What?"
"The computer...
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