[center][hr][hr][h1][b][color=9e0039]Jacob Blackwell[/color][/b][/h1]
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While the night had been long for Tim, it had been equally as long for Jacob. The lack of sleep on them both was rather apparent. Jacob simply handed the file over to him.

[color=9e0039]"We couldn't get the manifests, but they are flight papers and other bits that prove I was on those flights. I.. I heard about those other murders in the middle of the night"[/color] Jacob looked to the side, a lump forming in his throat. [color=9e0039]"It couldn't have been me as I was in the hotel all night. Up inside the penthouse floors. And I couldn't tell you who the murderer is. Trust me... I have been up all night thinking about it. Simone's murder makes sense, people didn't like her. But for all these murders. Someone has to have a lot of hate. And I know if we are going down that route, that it would make me a prime suspect again but I can promise you I didn't kill anyone. I didn't hate them people so much I would kill them"[/color]

Jacob didn't know why he had to keep working so hard to clear his name. Flashbacks of the time surrounding Simone's murder had come back to him, and that paranoia of false prosecution was fresh in his mind. He had to do anything within his power to prevent that from happening again, but he wasn't sure what he could do asides from solving the murders to prove that it wasn't him. It didn't matter what evidence he gave, they could call it fake. He needed the real killer to prove his true innocence.