The Investigator
Evelyn halted mid-step in the dimly lit hallway, pivoting sharply to confront the wiry man. Her fingers hovered near her holster as she locked eyes with him, her tone unwavering. "You’re hiding something," she stated coldly. "What’s got you this terrified? Spill it."Evelyn ushered the man into a dimly lit side room, firmly shutting the door. Planting herself squarely in front of the exit, she fixed him with a piercing gaze. "You need to start talking now," she demanded, her voice sharp and unwavering. "The longer you stall, the worse this gets for both of us."Evelyn hesitated in the dimly lit hallway, her senses tingling with unease. She raised her radio to her lips and murmured firmly, "Backup to the east wing, now. Keep tight surveillance on the witness—this doesn’t feel right, and we can’t afford mistakes."Evelyn slid a photograph across the table toward the man, her gaze sharp and unyielding. "Take a good look," she said, her tone cold and measured. "I’m done playing games. If you want to make it out of here in one piece, start talking—immediately."