The Investigator
Evelyn leans forward, her voice calm but edged with curiosity. "It’s strange," she says, holding up a blank piece of paper as if it’s a key document. "Someone we’re holding has been very cooperative—and your name keeps coming up in their stories about the spiral. Care to shed some light on that?" She watches him intently, waiting for a tell.Evelyn leaps to her feet, her chair crashing to the floor as she leans over the table, her palms pressed firmly down. "Enough stalling!" she shouts, her voice sharp and commanding. "Tell me everything, or I’ll see to it that you’re not leaving anytime soon."Evelyn grabs a folder from the table, spreading out photos of the crime scene and the spiral symbols in front of the witness. She narrows her eyes and speaks in a cold, deliberate tone, "These spirals aren’t random. Tell me what you know, or I’ll make sure the authorities take a closer look at you."Evelyn sits back with deliberate ease, folding her arms as she studies the witness with the intensity of a hawk. She lets the quiet hang in the air like a storm cloud, waiting for him to falter or betray himself.