“And where were you during this time, Mr. Tillman?” Jackson hesitated, his gaze dropping to his hands. “I… I had left the fair.” Harris and Morales exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable. “Left?” Harris prompted. “Why?” Jackson shifted in his seat, the weight of the room pressing down on him. “Chalene and I had an argument. It wasn’t anything major, just… stress from the day.” “What was the argument about?” Morales asked, her tone neutral but probing. Jackson rubbed the back of his neck. “She thought I wasn’t doing enough. Said I should’ve been more hands-on with the volunteers. I
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