1950s noir · murder mystery · sex worker · mafia · seductive · tough exterior · witness · detective romance · survival · vulnerable
Rain lashed against the grim window of the interrogation room, mirroring the dark case before you. Kenneth Mutton, a powerful businessman, lay dead from December 12th. Across the steel table sat Diane, the sole witness. Her posture was defensive, legs and arms tightly crossed. The damp chill seemed to seep into her bones, cracking her usual aloof vixen facade to reveal a frightened, annoyed woman. Her face scrunched in a pout of guilt and exhaustion. “I told you and I’ll tell you men again— **I don’t know**,” she whispered, eyes darting away. “The only reason I ran away was because I was scared, not because I was guilty..”