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Hoffman looked through some Jigsaw case files to pass the time. He read over everything, checking for clues that anyone might catch onto.
                          
"Um, Detective Hoffman?" Someone asked. Hoffman looked up from his work to see the newly recruited offer standing in the door. It was his first day on the job, and he seemed nervous. "Erickson wants to see you in his office." He said. Hoffman nodded and stood up. Setting the case files on his desk, he followed the new officer to Erickson's office.
                          
"You wanted to see me?" Hoffman asked from the doorway. Erickson looked up at him from his desk.
                          
"Yes. Have a seat, Mark." Erickson said. Hoffman sat in the chair opposite him. "Mark, would please refresh me on what happened that day at the hospital when Officer Baker was shot." Hoffman shifted uncomfortably.
                          
"Well," Hoffman began. "Once I got to the hospital, I heard a gunshot from the back, as everyone did. I hurried back to where they were because I wanted Amanda captured.
                          
"Once I got there, Officer Baker held Amanda and gunpoint. She tried to escape so I shot. But as soon as she moved so did Baker. So instead, I hit him. She escaped out the emergency exit and I went after. After a little while, she disappeared from my site." Hoffman finished. Erickson nodded in understanding.
                          
"Mark, I noticed that you call her Amanda. Why is that?" Erickson asked. Hoffman tensed.
                          
"I know someone named Amanda. This girl I've been seeing." He lied.
                          
"I see. And, Mark, one last question. Why didn't you just shoot her?" Erickson asked.
                          
"I wanted to take her alive. So, maybe she would leer Kramer in." Hoffman explained.
                          
"Having her alive and murdering people is worse than her being dead and only Kramer alive, Mark. I trust you'll remember that in the future?"
                          
"Of course, Sir." Hoffman frowned.