The indigenous girl was biting her right-hand nails, looking conflicted. "I... I didn't participate in any major criminal case, I really just wanted to make some money to spend."
Luke's tone was stern, "Then why did you steal my documents? Give me a good reason. Don't lie to me again, this is your last chance."
The indigenous girl's eyes turned red, "This morning, a white man approached me... gave me two thousand US Dollars in cash to steal your documents from your room, and wanted me to make it look like a normal theft."
"Why would that white man do such a thing?"
"I don't know."
"How did you know my room number?"
"That man gave it to me, he also showed me your picture."
"Do you know that white man?"
"No, it was the first time I met him today."
"What does he want to do with my documents?"
"I don't know, he just told me to steal them, said I could even throw them away, didn't explain what he wanted to do."
"How many times have you seen him?"
"Just that one time."
