"Now tell me, WHERE IS SHE??? Where is Claire Evanston? What have you done to her?" I am interrogating her at last. I believe she is the one- she knows where my Claire is.
"Claire. Cllllllaaaaaaire. Mmmmm. I've always loved the name Claire. It really is lovely. I've always wished it were my own name. "
"Get to the point. Where is she?" This previously accused criminal mastermind sitting in front of me is almost certainly the culprit. I just need her confession. It'll be hard though... She's a mastermind, but she's also insane.
"Oh, my. So very, very eager. Why is it so important?"
Even cuffed to this chair, under the glaring lights of the interrogation room, she still toys with my mind.
I take a deep breath and try again.
"If you tell us we can reduce your sentence. Make it better. But you have to TELL me where Claire is!"
She turns to me and flashes a devilish, sly grin. As she turns I can see the name engraved in a metal plate pinned to her lapel:
MIRACULA
