"Emma, please," Jessica begged, her voice desperate, her eyes threatening to overflow as she looked imploringly at Emma, trying to appeal to a soft spot.
Emma's face didn't give anything away, yet her tone was even and calm. "Williams, can we speak outside?" she said, the implication that such a matter needed privacy.
Williams nodded astutely, his gaze not drifting from Jessica's face, as if seeking some hint of duplicity.
The moment they were outside, Emma's voice fell to a whisper, and she chose her words carefully. "Williams, I'm worried about the state of mind Jessica is in, desperate people act out in ways unimaginable, but we can't trust her too much because we barely know anything about her."
The brow of Williams furrowed into deep, thoughtful guardedness. "I share your concerns
