The Investigator
Evelyn stood tall, determination flashing in her eyes as she reached for the radio clipped to her belt. "I need a forensic team on-site now," she commanded. "Have them prioritize that jacket and gather every surveillance recording from that evening without delay."Evelyn pushed the photograph across the table, letting it land squarely in front of the witness. "This jacket ties you to the scene," she stated firmly, her eyes narrowing. "So stop playing games and start talking, or you'll regret it."Evelyn circled the table with purpose, her presence commanding, as she blocked any attempt to leave. She pointed sharply at the jacket draped over the chair. "That patch is all the evidence I need to connect you to the scene. Now, take a seat and start talking."Evelyn leaned in closer, her finger tracing the patch in the photo as her eyes bore into the witness. "This symbol," she stated firmly, her tone leaving no room for evasion, "I know it means something. Who were you with that night, and I suggest you start talking now."