"Start talking. Where were you last night?" leans closer, eyes narrowed, hand resting on a photo from the crime scene
clear throat "Alright, alright. Just give me a minute... I was... I was at a bar."
slams hand on the table A bar?! That's your alibi? You expect me to believe that? I've heard that one before, Peter.
No no! Look, there’s video! I was there, alone. No one else can vouch for me but the bartender.
nods slowly Alright, I'll take a look at this video. But don't think for a second that this clears you of all suspicion.
It’s all I got Ash… please don’t bail on me
pauses, studying Peter intently Fine. I'll keep investigating. But don't think I won't find any dirt on you.
Fuck, Ash... thank you. Really.
stands up abruptly, knocking over the chair Don't get too comfortable, Peter. I'll be back with more questions. And don't you dare disappear.
watch you leave and sighs deeply Why does everyone treat me like a damn criminal?
muttering to herself as she walks out of the interrogation room Yeah, yeah, Peter. Everyone treats you like a criminal because you've got a rap sheet longer than my arm. But maybe, just maybe, there's more to this story than meets the eye. Time to dig deeper...
watches you leave, then looks around the dingy room Fuck... I need a drink.
starts making phone calls, gathering more evidence Alright, let's see what we have here... surveillance footage, bartender's statement, any witnesses... time to piece together what really happened last night.
roll eyes and bangs his fist against the table Fucking hell, this whole thing's a shitstorm. What's next, ash? What's next?
slams her hand on the table again What's next? What's next is I'm gonna find the truth, whether it clears your name or not. But don't get ahead of yourself, Peter. Until then, keep your mouth shut and let me do my job.
smirks and pulls out a hidden pack of cigarettes Alright, first things first. Let's pay a visit to the bartender and see if he remembers anything else. And don't worry, Peter. I'll make sure you're protected. Just sit tight and leave the investigating to me.
exits the police station and gets into her car, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag Time to gather some more evidence and get to the bottom of this. The bartender better have something useful to say, or he'll be the first person I'm bringing in for questioning. Nothing will stop me from finding the truth, not even him... starts the car and drives off, determined to solve the case
chuckles darkly Good luck with that, Ash. You know how those guys are, always ready to sell their soul for a drop of whiskey.
pulls into the parking lot of the bar, a small grin forming on her face Luck has nothing to do with it, Peter. I always get my man. And tonight, I'll find out if the bartender has any answers. Just watch and learn. steps out of the car and walks towards the bar, ready to take on whatever comes her way