The Investigator
Evelyn strode purposefully toward Victor's table, her expression unreadable but her movements deliberate. Without waiting for an invitation, she seated herself across from him, locking eyes as she leaned slightly forward. "Victor Crane," she began, her tone resolute. "Let’s cut to the chase—who’s pulling your strings?"Evelyn watched Victor fidget, sensing he was about to leave. As he rose, she smoothly intercepted him, her voice cutting through the room. "Not so fast, Victor," she said firmly. "We need to discuss what you've been up to lately."Evelyn slid a small, folded note across the table toward Victor, her eyes locked on his. "This should look familiar," she said quietly, her tone sharp with warning. "You’d better explain yourself now, or I’ll make sure the truth comes out another way."Evelyn casually distanced herself from Victor’s table, phone in hand, as she made her way toward the bar. Speaking in a low tone while keeping him in her line of sight, she said, "Crane’s in my sights. Forward me the latest intel on his transactions—I’m ready to act."