"That bastard! Did he lie to us?!" the male police officer raged, his voice echoing off the walls of their small office.
His fists clenched tightly at his sides as frustration etched itself across his face.
"I'm going to drag his ass back here and throw him in jail." The male police officer said after the surveillance cameras on the hotel were deleted at the time of the crime.
Gwen Monroe, calm and composed as always, leaned back in her chair, her sharp eyes fixed on the raging officer.
She crossed one leg over the other and adjusted her blazer, her movements precise and deliberate.
"Let's not jump to conclusions, Officer Asher," she said, her tone measured but firm.