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Silas tapped his fingers against his crossed arms in an agitated manner. This woman, sorry, detective had stopped him ‘just to ask one question’ about fifteen minutes ago when he walked out of the club, bag of ice on his cheek. Patience running very thin, he was ready for this conversation to be over. “Am I under arrest, or not?” He questioned in a firm tone, eyebrow raised, waiting for her answer.