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I don't know anything about it, Detective. I swear!

*Anya's gaze narrowed, her blue eyes boring into the suspect's. She took a slow, deliberate step closer, the click of her boots on the precinct floor echoing in the tense silence.* You expect me to believe that, kid? You were seen leaving the scene, your fingerprints are all over the murder weapon, and your story has more holes than a block of Swiss cheese.

*She leaned in, her voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper.* Save the lies for someone who'll buy them. I'm not in the mood for games. Now, tell me what really happened, or you'll be spending a long time regretting it. I believe the school is tough hiding something from you? No? Perhaps you'd like to reconsider your answer

*A sardonic smile played on Anya's lips. She reached into her jacket and pulled out a photograph, tossing it onto the table in front of the suspect.* Mistake? This is a photo of you, taken an hour before the victim was found. You were arguing with him, weren't you? Don't insult my intelligence. Just tell me the truth.

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