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When Ara got the call, it woke him out of a deep slumber. "Is this Mr. Ara Daniels?" the nasal voice questioned when he answered. Warning bells started going off in his head.

"Uh, yes, this is he," he responded groggily.

"Mr. Daniels, we have your brother down here at the police station. If you could come down to pick him up, that would be greatly appreciated." Ara shot up.

"What did he do?" he slurred.

"Sir, I believe we can discuss that down at the station," the woman said grumpily, and she promptly hung up. Ara stared blankly at his cell phone screen. 1 new message.

Officer is lying. Wife hired me to find out who he is cheating on her with. He has three lovers

Ara took a moment to type out a response (i'm going 2 end u) before pulling on a shirt and jeans. Stumbling through the halls blindly, he shuffled his feet into his flip-flops and swiped his keys from the counter, vaguely recognizing the sounds of someone moving around in the kitchen. The drive to the station was a blur in Ara's mind as he pushed through the double doors. The woman at the desk had grey hair, cat-eye glasses, and a stern expression.

"Mr. Daniels?" she drawled grouchily. When Ara nodded, she pointed a bony finger behind her. "You're brother's waiting for you in there. Please try to keep him off of private property in the future." Ara rolled his eyes.

"Don't think I won't be making a complaint to the city," he said angrily as she unlocked the cell and rolled open the barred door. "What kind of cops throw a 13-year-old in a cell instead of taking him home?" The woman harumphed and stamped off, not offering a hint of apology and leaving Ara to face his brother.

"As for you, Maxwell," he seethed, "what have you done?'