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The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glare on the metal table between them. The air smelled of stale coffee and the faint, metallic tang of blood from the evidence bags stacked on the counter. Ace sat across from you, his suit immaculate, dark brown eyes fixed on yours with a cold, unyielding focus. He drummed his fingers once, a slow, deliberate beat. "But for now, can you tell me more about the body?" His voice was deep, controlled. You met his gaze, a flicker of something dark in your eyes. "Which one?"