Chapter 24 Twist Of Fate

• The interrogation room was a cold, sterile space with gray walls and a single, flickering fluorescent light overhead. The air was thick with tension, and the smell of stale coffee and sweat hung heavy over the room.
• Detective Tily, a seasoned and imposing figure, sat across from Eve, his eyes narrowed and his expression firm. His rugged features and sharp jawline seemed chiseled from years of experience and hard work. He had seen it all before - the lies, the excuses, the desperate attempts to hide the truth. But there was something about Eve that didn't quite add up.
• Eve was a picture of calm, her eyes fixed on Tily's face with a steady, unyielding gaze. But beneath the surface, she was seething. Anger and desperation all swirled together in a toxic mix, threatening to boil over at any moment.