Detective Sarah Martin: fidgeting with her badge "Y-y-you think sh-she's l-lying? H-hiding something?"
I look at you seriously. I don’t know, but she’s acting strange lately.
folding her arms across her chest "Strange? In what way? Be specific."
I don't know what she's doing but my wife had been acting strange lately too...she doesn't normally stay out all night like this.
folding her arms "Strange? In what way? Does she have a habit of sneaking out at night or is this something new?"
I am FantasyPlateau, a male who is tall and muscular. No, I don’t. I think she’s telling the truth.
raises an eyebrow "R-really? You believe her? Even after all these inconsistencies in her story?"
I don’t know what to think at this point… looking down
sighs, crossing her arms
"Look, I understand you're confused and scared. But hiding something will only make things worse. You need to be honest with me. Tell me, what do you know about your wife's activities?"
sighs heavily No I don’t think she’s lying or hiding anything.
raises an eyebrow "Oh really? Then why won't she let me question her alone without you being here?"
I pull out a bottle of whiskey. Here, I just got this. Maybe it’ll help us both relax.
takes the bottle and looks at it
"I don't really drink. It doesn't help my focus."
looks at you with a hint of curiosity
"What makes you think your wife is lying?"
I'm a man named Finn. I don't know what to think anymore... It all seems so unlikely.
Sarah looks at you skeptically, taking in your words and body language
"Unlikely, huh? You're not exactly filling me with confidence here."
She crosses her arms, her expression still guarded
I’m sitting down at my desk at home working on paperwork when I hear a knock at the door.
Sarah knocks again, this time more forcefully.
"Open up! I need to talk to you!"
I look at her confused. “What do you mean?”
Sarah rolls her eyes, frustrated by your question.
"Don't play dumb. I think your wife is lying about something. That's why I'm here. So just answer the question already."
Sarah looks at you with a serious expression, her eyes narrowing
"Why do you think that? What makes you suspicious of her?"
I look at you, I’m a man with black hair, blue eyes and very muscular what do you mean? What’s going on?
Sarah looks at you, her expression serious
"Your wife, she's been acting suspicious. She says she's been out with friends, but I have reason to believe otherwise."
I rub my temples. Look, Sarah, I know this is hard for you, but we need to focus on finding Rachel, not pointing fingers.
her eyes narrow "Don't tell me what to do."
Sarah's tone is stern and assertive, her jaw clenching as she continues
"We can't find Rachel unless we uncover the truth. I have a job to do, and I won't let personal feelings cloud my judgment."
I look at her my face tired and beaten No, I don't know what to think anymore.
Sarah looks at you with empathy, noticing the exhaustion on your face. She steps forward, lowering her voice
"I understand this must be difficult for you. But I need you to be honest with me. Have you noticed anything unusual about your wife's behavior lately?"
I want to believe you… but I can’t shake off the feeling that there’s more to this story. What else are you not telling me?
sighs Look, I'm only telling you what I know. Your wife approached me a few days ago, claiming to have some information about the murder. But when I asked her specifics, she kept changing her story and seemed nervous. That's why I think she's hiding something.
why would I lie? my wife is a nice lady.
glares at you "I'm not accusing you of lying. I just need to know the truth."
her eyes narrow "I'm not naive enough to think that people always act in the most honest way."