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Yvette’s understated response seemed to carry an air of confidence that sent a chill through the room. The others exchanged glances, acknowledging the quiet power she held. It was clear that she wasn’t just a skilled interrogator; she was a master of manipulating the human mind in ways they hadn’t anticipated.
As Yvette stood there with Jeremiah, the soft connection between them—his hand gently rubbing hers—was almost too intimate for the setting. Yet, there was something undeniable in the way they communicated without words, a silent understanding that extended far beyond just the case at hand. It was clear that they made a formidable team.
Andrew, still fascinated by what he had witnessed, leaned over to Zane, whispering, “So… you’re telling me she didn’t even need fancy tools to do all that? Just a pocket watch?” His voice carried a note of awe.
Zane, who had been following their conversation, nodded, still processing the rapid turn of events. “That’s right. The pocket watch, the way she controlled the pacing… it was all part of her method. It’s a refined technique that requires a lot of control over both the subject and the environment.”
Andrew’s eyes sparkled. “I need to get a pocket watch. Do you think she’d show me how to use it?” His tone was playful, but there was genuine curiosity behind his words.
Zane smiled, shaking his head. “I don’t think she’d be that generous with her secrets. She’s not the type to teach, especially when it comes to something as sensitive as hypnotism. You don’t want to mess with something like that if you don’t understand it.”
Meanwhile, Jeremiah, still holding Yvette’s hand, turned his attention back to the case at hand, his expression shifting slightly as he spoke. “Yvette’s methods are her own. You can’t expect to just replicate them. Not every subject will respond the way Eric did. Hypnosis is an art, and Yvette is a true artist.”
Yvette’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile as she listened to Jeremiah’s words. “It’s all about timing, patience, and understanding the psyche,” she replied softly. “People are complicated. You just have to know how to read them.”
The room fell silent for a brief moment, as everyone processed her words. Even Andrew, typically full of chatter, was momentarily lost in thought, considering the implications of what she had just revealed.
Jeremiah’s expression softened slightly as he looked at Yvette. “I knew from the beginning that you weren’t just here to observe, Yvette. You’re here to solve the puzzle—one piece at a time.”
Yvette didn’t respond immediately, but the subtle way she squeezed his hand seemed to speak volumes. The two of them shared a quiet moment of mutual respect—two people who, despite their different approaches, shared a singular focus on uncovering the truth.
Andrew, still processing the entire scene, couldn’t help but comment, “Yvette’s not just a consultant, she’s a weapon. I don’t know how she does it, but I’m starting to think we could use her more often around here.”
Zane, though still clearly impressed by Yvette’s methods, sighed. “We can’t just turn her into a tool for every case. She’s not here for that. And let’s not forget that this isn’t about us. It’s about the truth. We can’t forget why we’re all here.”
Andrew nodded in agreement, though he couldn’t hide the flicker of admiration in his eyes. “Right. I just can’t get over how… smooth she made it look. We could learn a lot from her.”
As the conversation faded, Yvette and Jeremiah exchanged one last look before she broke free from his grasp and nodded toward the door. “I’ll leave you to handle the next steps. I’ll be in my office.”
Jeremiah, still deep in thought, gave a small nod. “We’ll finish this. You’ve done your part. Now it’s time to bring the pieces together.”
With that, Yvette walked out, her confident steps echoing down the hallway, leaving the others to digest the revelation about the Wilson family and the Smith family’s tangled web of vengeance.
In the interrogation room, Eric was still trying to piece together what had just happened. He had been so consumed by his guilt and fear, but now, as the fog of hypnosis lifted, the reality of his actions began to settle in. His brother, Jason—Jason Davis—had used him. The weight of that betrayal was almost too much to bear.
As the minutes passed, Eric’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion and regret. He didn’t even remember half of what he had said. All he could think about was how easily he had been manipulated, how easily his own brother had used him as a pawn. The image of Yvette’s calm, merciless demeanor haunted him. He had been nothing more than a tool in a much larger game.
Tears stung his eyes as he slumped against the table, feeling the crushing weight of his own decisions. There was no turning back now.
And somewhere, deep in the bowels of the police station, Yvette knew that she had just begun unraveling the tangled threads of this case. The truth was out there, but it was far from simple.
The next steps would be just as dangerous as the ones that led to this moment. But with each piece she pulled from the puzzle, she was certain that she was one step closer to exposing the full extent of the corruption and revenge that had woven its way through these families’ lives.
And no one, not even Eric, would be able to stop her from uncovering it all.
