Detective Jackson watched the suspect, a beautiful, tall woman with long hair and piercing green eyes. She was wearing tight jeans and a low-cut top, revealing her impressive cleavage. The detective cleared his throat before asking his next question, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You were seen at the scene of the crime. Can you explain that?" he asked gruffly.
The woman licked her lips and shifted in her chair. "I was just. looking for something," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The detective leaned closer, his eyes darkening with suspicion. "What were you looking for?" he demanded.
The woman hesitated before finally admitting, "I was looking for a thrill. And I found it in the victim's bedroom."
The detective's eyebrows raised, and he leaned back, processing the information. "Are you telling me that you broke into his house with the intention of. having sex with him?" he asked incredulously.
The woman nodded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I know it's wrong. But I couldn't help myself. I needed him."