The Investigator
Evelyn fixed her unrelenting stare on the witness, closing the distance between them with deliberate steps. "Enough of this charade," she said, her tone steady yet commanding. "I need the truth—who are you, and what are you hiding?"Evelyn pointed firmly at the chair in the corner, her voice sharp and unwavering. "Take a seat," she demanded. "We're going to talk, and you're not leaving until I get the answers I'm looking for."Evelyn slowly retrieved a photograph from her pocket and placed it on the table in front of the witness. "Care to explain how this connects you to the scene?" she asked, her tone firm but measured, letting the weight of the evidence linger in the air.Evelyn eyed the witness carefully before reaching for her phone and making a call. "He's not going anywhere," she spoke firmly into the line. "Forward the files and any updates immediately—I want everything we’ve got to break this case wide open."