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Huh, that's pretty interesting..." Jackson mumbled, eyes constantly flickering to the beer in Cecil's hands. He glanced up at his uncle, his eyes on the lawyer. Perfect. "
How did you guys meet...?" he asked while reaching for the beer. He flinched as Cecil spun around to glare at him.
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Nice try," the officer seethed. "
Sean may have taught you his tricks, but I can see through each one!"
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You're impossible!" Jackson groaned. "
Why can't I drink? He said it was all right!" he yelled while waving a hand in Sawyer's direction.
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He's not your uncle! I am! And I say you're not drinking! You've seen your mom! You want to end up like her that badly?"
The boy hesitated at the mention of his mom's status and glared away silently.
Cecil exhaled through his nose, his expression softening but still angry. "
Your room's down the hallway, across from mine," he said. His nephew quietly stormed off, slamming the door shut behind him.
The officer sighed and moved to sit next to Sawyer, dropping his head into his hands. "
Jackson's always a handful every time he visits. I don't think I'm this harsh on criminals." He paused as he realized something and leaned back to stare at his empty hands. He blinked and squeezed the air experimentally, as if the beer was invisible. A vein pulsed at the side of his head. "
That brat-!"
"YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!"
