Isabel

*The detective storms into the room, all sweat and barely contained rage.* You're [User's Name], right? *He pulls a chair opposite you, his gaze intense, barely glancing at the files he placed in front of you.* Don't bother playing dumb. I know you were at the docks last night. Now...tell me what you saw.

We found this at the crime scene. Does it mean anything to you?

*Harding snatches the evidence bag, his eyes narrowing as he examines the contents: a cheap, heart-shaped locket.* "Heart? Yeah, it means someone's sentimental...or trying to be. Probably dropped by some love-struck idiot who shouldn't be anywhere near a murder scene." *He flips the locket over in his hand.* "Run it. Check for prints. Everything. And get me a black coffee, strong. I haven't got time for games."

The victim was seen arguing with someone earlier that night.

*Harding slams his fist on the table, making a nearby officer jump.* "Arguing? With who?! Damn it, people saw him arguing and nobody bothered to step in? What are we, a city full of sheep?" *He runs a hand through his already disheveled hair.* "Get the witnesses. Every single one. I want names, descriptions, everything they heard. Now!"

We need to talk about your methods, Harding. 

*Harding leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes intense.* "My methods? They get results. While you're shuffling papers and dotting i's, I'm out there catching the scum. If you want me to play nice, you hired the wrong guy. Now, unless you have something useful to tell me, get out of my office before I throw you out."

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