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Three days more to Denzel's trial and as the day drew closer, Diana wanted to pull out.

There wasn't much to help him with, and she was so sure that his case with seraphin Garcia would come up, she didn't have much evidence to help him with.

Diana sighed.

To top it all, last night she had a crazy dream about one next murder.

She shook her head. Denzel was held in jail, so that would be impossible.

She picked up the copy of the file concerning Madam Garcia. The delivery guy that lives next door reported her death.

According to him, he usually helped her around the house with stuffs asides delivering packages to her, he alerted the police and the last person seen in her house was Denzel. A few people at church testified that both of them had left the church together.

She remembered Denzel call her Mom..

She stood abruptly, grabbing her keys, she sped off the jail center where he was held.

She sat as they brought him out.

"Hey", she smiled as a form of greeting.

"Hey", Thomas sounded real