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Michel flexed his fingers. The holding room was dimly lit, and musty. The one way glass held his reflection, and a battered, tired kid stared back at him. His hair was tussled, drooping where his sides were shaved. His jaw was sharp, as were his cheek bones. His lack of sleep showed faint dark circles.
His once shining green eyes were now a dull blue rimed with green, and a bruise rimmed one of them. His lips were set in a firm line, a cut cracking open at the tension , started bleeding again.
Jess took in all these details. She'd never seen someone like him before, but there's always a first for everything.
The police ask her if she's seen him before and she shakes her head. She wasn't even sure it was him to begin with. Looking back at him through the glass, she frowns.
"Ma'am, please," the official starts again, trying to catch her attention. "We need you to cooperate, then everyone can go home."
She nods and sighs, rolling her shoulders. "Right, sorry." She mutters quietly, then clears her throat. "You were saying?
"We needed you to tell us what happened." A sheriff interjects, sitting behind a desk, heavy compared to his coworker. "I'd like to get home. Any day now. " he says gruffly, sniffing in distaste.
Jess locks her eyes with his for a moment before answering, "someone broke in, I didn't see. I admit you matched the profile, but not quite. " She trails off, "more stubble. His hair is much longer..."
The sheriff groans.
"Alright, miss. " the official says lightly, "that'll be all. We'll contact you if any further development emerges. " he smiles faintly, motioning to the door. "I can't for the life of me figure out what someone wanted from a magic shop. "