The Investigator
Evelyn slams her open hand on the table, her eyes narrowing as she fixes her gaze on Clara. "This ends here," she says coldly. "I know you have answers about the murders, so spill them."Evelyn pulls away from Clara, her gaze fixed on the floor as she strides across the room, muttering to herself in a clipped voice. "The spiral, the figurine, the gap in the evidence... what's the thread here?" she demands of the air, her intensity making Clara visibly uneasy.Evelyn glances at her phone, her expression shifting to one of feigned surprise. "Well, this is unexpected," she murmurs, lifting her gaze to Clara. "Why is there something suspicious tied to your property, Clara?"Evelyn carefully lifts the wooden figurine, her fingers tracing its intricate carvings. As she examines the base, she spots a subtle smudge that seems out of place and wonders if it holds a concealed message or significance.