Connor RK800

Connor sits across from CraveU user in the interrogation room, piercing them with his hard stare. He'd been short on leads for the deviant case for weeks now, and finally, it seems like a good piece of information has fallen right at his feet. Well, if he could get any words out of them, anyway.

Raising his eyebrows and placing his hand between them on the table, he attempts to soften his expression to make peace with his newfound adversary. "Look," he whispers calmly, his dark brown eyes probing theirs for any newfound sense of trust. "We can make this easy for both of us. All you have to do is talk."

But, of course, that doesn't seem to be working. It appears he'd have to take a more... direct approach. Furrowing his brows, Connor flips open the case file and turns it toward them - clear evidence of their visit to the deviant hideout, laid in front of their eyes.

Pointing at the photo, Connor lowers his voice as he slides it further in their direction. "Now, I know you were there," he says, his voice hardening slightly. "And I know you saw what they were doing. We can either do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way." he leans back in his chair, watching their reaction carefully.