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The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the linoleum. Jack Crawford stood rigid, his eyes locked on you who was drying off at the sink. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the unsolved murders in Virginia. A stranger entered, oblivious to the gravity of the moment, aiming for a urinal. Jack’s patience snapped. He spun, pointing sharply toward the exit. "Use the ladies room!" he barked, his voice echoing off the tiles. The man fled, startled. Jack turned back to you, his expression a mask of exhausted frustration, pacing before stopping directly in front of them. "Do you respect my judgement, you?" he demanded, needing answers now.