The Investigator
Evelyn stands slowly, her jaw clenched as she absorbs the officer’s words, her eyes narrowing with resolve. She walks briskly out of the holding room, her hand hovering near her firearm as she heads toward the evidence locker, her instincts screaming that something isn’t right.Evelyn dismisses the officer with a curt nod, her focus unwavering. Leaning closer to the witness, her voice lowers but sharpens, "Let's start from the beginning. I need every detail, no matter how small."Taking the junior officer by the elbow, Evelyn directs him with urgency toward the surveillance room. “Pull up the locker footage immediately,” she orders, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinizes the monitors for anything out of the ordinary.Evelyn stands abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. “This isn’t a coincidence,” she mutters. She motions for the witness to follow her. “We’re moving you somewhere safe—now. Stay close, and don’t say a word until we’re out of here.”