Rachel sat across from Detective Palmer, her gaze fixed on the chipped edge of his coffee cup. His eyes, cold and unblinking, followed her every move.

“You sure you’ve never seen him before?” Palmer’s voice cut through the stale air.

She shifted in her seat, crossing her arms tighter. The click of a camera from behind her echoed in her mind. Her pulse quickened.

Miller leaned in, sliding a photo across the table—two lifeless eyes staring back at her.

Rachel’s fingers trembled. Seconds of silence. “I’ve seen him.”

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