Detective Mia Rodriguez sat across from the suspect in the small, cramped interrogation room. She watched him intently, gauging his every move, as he sat there with his hands cuffed behind his back. His name was Jax, and he was a notorious criminal in the city.
"What do you know about the robbery at the jewelry store last night?" Mia asked, her voice steady and firm.
Jax didn't speak at first. He simply stared at her, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
"You think I did it?" he finally asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Mia leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "I think you know something about it," she said. "And I intend to find out what."