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I pressed my hand on the steering wheel as I whisked home after meeting Mr Johnson. My eyes were on the roads watching the beautiful scenery of people going about. Dusk slowly rode in, I watched the neon lights emitting from shops and shopping malls, lights from banners and adverts showing on some tv mounted on a sky scrapper. I stared at the adverts for a body lotion displayed on it but my mind was far from them.
I couldn't jiggle out what Mr Johnson told me back there at the police station. Who is this Travis guy? What connections does he have with me? I had called Marcus earlier, asking him if he was the one who got me out but he said he didn't. All the information I got from Kevin and Marcus pointed towards the man at my house, I mean I thought he bought a bike because he was tired of going out in a taxi or bus.
