Vera sat rigidly, her arms crossed, as the investigator leaned forward. The harsh fluorescent light buzzed above them, casting a small spotlight on the metallic table. The room’s gray walls looked cold, intensifying the tension.

Behind the one way mirror, Officer Jameson stood and Xavier stood, his jaw tight as he watched every movement.

“...So, Miss Everett, can you tell me where you were around 7:00 p.m on Tuesday?”

Vera's expression remained calm. “I was at home.”

“And before that time?” He asked, his brows arching curiously.

Her expression never wavered. “I was completing my community service for the day.”

“...I see.” The investigator said coolly, going through the files...