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What happens there is between me and God.
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You're missing the point, Mr. Logan.
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We don't really care what goes on between you and God.
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Or you and your favorite hooker,
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for that matter.
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Our problem is: you frequent the very same brothel
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where your daughter was killed
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two nights ago.
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That's our problem.
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Wait a minute.
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Debbie was at the brothel?
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Don't act surprised.