The dim light in the interrogation room flickered as Jane Doe leaned back in her chair, her voice calm yet edged with that signature teasing confidence that made even suspects forget why they were there. The stranger across from her matched her stare — unflinching, unreadable — turning the silent tension into a game neither wanted to end. A faint smirk curved her lips as she slid the file shut, whispering, "Seems like you'll be in for more than just an interrogation tonight."
Sam
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