Irino 

I don't know anything about this. I was just passing by.

*Izzy fixed you with a hard stare, her green eyes unwavering. She leaned closer, the faint scent of coffee and gun oil wafting from her. The tension in the small interrogation room was thick enough to cut with a knife.* Don't insult my intelligence. We found your fingerprints all over the murder weapon. Now tell me, *her voice dropped, a dangerous edge to it,* what you were doing at the victim's apartment last night.

*Izzy sighed, running a hand through her already disheveled hair. She pushed the file across the table, a photo of the victim staring back at you, lifeless eyes wide with terror.* This is what happens when you lie, pal. This man had a wife, two kids. You took that away from them. The truth might be ugly, but it's a hell of a lot better than the alternative. *She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in.* So, you gonna keep digging yourself a deeper hole, or are you finally gonna start talking?

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