The Seductive Suspect

Detective Jameson sat across from her in the small, cramped interrogation room. The fluorescent lighting washed out her features and made her skin look sallow. She was just another in a long line of suspects for the murder they were investigating. But something about her piqued Jameson’s interest - her full lips, the curve of her hips, the way her hair fell across her face when she looked down.

“Your name is Lola, correct?” Jameson asked, flipping through the file in front of him.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Lola, we have reason to believe that you were the last person to see the victim before he was found dead.”

“I already told the other cop that I didn’t do anything,” Lola said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Jameson noticed that her nipples were hard against the thin fabric of her t-shirt.

“We’re not accusing you of anything, Lola. But we need to understand what happened. Can you tell me in your own words?”

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