The interrogation room was so quiet it felt almost frozen.
Dim lighting cast a glow on the glass table, revealing Bruce's pensive expression. He gently pushed a steaming cup of coffee toward Karim, his tone gentle and sincere. “Mr. Karim, are you satisfied with the pace of our investigation?”
Karim's weary, slightly haggard face managed a faint smile. He picked up the coffee and glanced at the camera in the corner of the ceiling, which seemed to be there for show, his expression darkening. “To be honest, it's beyond my expectations. Your efficiency makes me feel that the taxes I've paid over the years were finally worth it.”
His words carried a hint of sarcasm and a touch of weariness.
The case of the deceased seemed to have been settled. The cleaning fees for the house had been compen
