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Esteban pulled the whistle from beneath his shirt and gave it a short blow, then a long one. The dogs went quiet. He approached the officers. “Something wrong?” Esteban asked, pulling his keys from the wooden box mounted by the window beside the door—quite a stretch. Officer Lars observed him. Esteban unlocked the door and invited them in. “We were hoping to speak with you, Mr. Esteban,” Lars said, polite and professional. As they stepped inside, the large window behind Esteban caught Lars’ attention. He paused. Esteban followed his gaze. Beyond the glass, the forest stretched endlessly—dense, private, untouched. “There’s something behind those trees,” Lars said. “Far back. Is that part of your property?” AI create a picture based on this information
An indoor shot of a young man, in a dark jacket, dark shirt, and jeans, standing at a glass door with a wooden frame, holding a key, with his back to the camera, with a lush forest visible through the door and windows around him. A wooden dining table and chairs are visible outside on a wooden patio. To the left of the man, part of a wooden chest is visible, with a pot with small, green plants sitting on it, and a stack of red books by the plants. The room is dimly lit, while outside, it is bright and sunny.
