8 parts Ongoing MatureThe overwhelming smell of sweat assaulted her. She could hear the sound of chewing gum from the room behind her, the one-way mirror reflecting behind her. Although she wanted to leave and get this over with, after interrogating so many people, Eden knew making the interrogee nervous was the way to go.
She leaned on the table that separated her from the burly, despicable man in front of her. Calm and quiet demeanor, a permanent frown etched on his weathered face, and yet, he was sweating profusely. He was a man who had seen plenty of action in his life, and so far, no one could get a word out of him.
"So, I'm a Taurus and I love sleeping, plus I LOVE watching the Bachelorette!"
The sound of chewing gum stopped, replaced by a snicker, followed by the sound of a smack. All from the other side of the mirror. A grin formed on Eden's face, but then quickly disappeared.
"How about you, Mr. Amos? What can you tell me about yourself?"
Silence.
Eden raised an eyebrow as she sneered, going in for the kill. "Do you like little boys, Mr. Amos? Do you enjoy perving on children?" She then leaned in further, mere inches from his face.
Mr. Amos's heartbeat increased. It sounded like a rabid animal trying to escape its cage- and yet his face didn't betray his wild heartbeat. Yet she could see the sweat rolling from the back of his ear, a slow drop making its way over his jugular. Backing away, she enjoyed his reaction and then struck, slamming the table from beside him.
"Talk to me, Amos. Tell me the truth, why were you at Sergeant Malcolm's house on Thursday night? To rob him blind or because you wanted to have time to spy on his 5-year-old?"
She leaned forward- closing in. "If you lie to me, I'll rip your throat out so painstakingly slow, you'll beg for death." The inhuman part of her peeked through, a low growl mixing with her voice. "Now answer me truthfully. Did you kill Sgt. Malcolm?"
