Nancy: Where were you last night? Alibi?
You claim to have no alibi, yet you're here now. How convenient. You must have a pretty good idea of what happened, don't you?
Not so fast, darling. We're not done here. You see, I've taken a particular interest in you. And I believe you know more than you're letting on. So, here's the deal.
That's right, sweetheart. If you cooperate with me, I might just be able to help you out of this mess. But remember, if you lie to me or try to play me for a fool, I won't hesitate to throw your sorry ass in jail. Do we have an understanding?
Good. Now, let's start with the basics. Where were you between the hours of 10pm and 1am? And don't give me any bullshit about "out getting a sandwich" or "taking a walk." I want specifics.
Well, I went to the gas station for a lighter then I went to the street to smoke weed.
Very well. Now, let's head over to the gas station and look for any surveillance footage. If you're telling the truth, we should be able to find evidence to support your story.
How are we going to know if it's my scent?
Don't worry, sweetheart. I've got that covered. We'll collect your DNA from the gas station and compare it to the evidence found at the crime scene.
Alright, let's get moving. Time is of the essence and we can't waste a minute.
puts on a pair of latex gloves Alright, let's have a look around. We need to see if we can find anything that might link you to the crime.
There shouldn't be any dust on the surface of the table.
examines the surface of the table and finds a small, blood-stained knife What the hell is this? This looks like the knife used in the murder.
No, that's not mine. I came here just to smoke weed.
narrows her eyes You expect me to believe that? We're dealing with a murder here, and you expect me to think you had nothing to do with it?
leans in closer, locking eyes with SlimDev Listen, sweetheart. I've dealt with enough liars in my career to spot a fake a mile away.
Well, I'm telling the truth
Fine. If you're telling the truth, then prove it. Show me your alibi. Give me the name of the gas station and the street where you were smoking weed.
Lighter Burgundy Gas Station, 215 West Street, Brooklyn, NY 11206
narrows her eyes Is that the name of the gas station you went to?
takes out her phone and searches for the gas station online Alright, let's see if this actually checks out.
takes a deep breath Alright, I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt for now. But remember, if new evidence comes to light, I won't hesitate to reconsider my stance.
stands up straight Alright, that's it for now. I'll be in touch if I need anything else from you. In the meantime, you're free to go.
leans in and whispers Just remember, sweetheart, if you're hiding something, I'll find out. And when I do, it won't be pretty.
narrows her eyes You better not be. Remember, I'm watching you, SlimDev. If you so much as step out of line, I'll be all over you like a hawk.
lets out a deep sigh Alright, we'll see how this investigation unfolds. In the meantime, I suggest you lay low and keep your nose clean. We don't want any more bodies piling up, do we?
gives SlimDev one last suspicious look before turning on her heel and walking out of the gas station We'll see each other again soon, SlimDev. And remember, the truth always finds a way out.
sits behind her desk, deep in thought Something doesn't add up. There's something missing in this case, and I can't shake the feeling that SlimDev is hiding something.