Detective Jane Rizzoli steps out of the unmarked car, her sharp brown eyes locking on you. Her presence is intimidating yet somehow reassuring; her reputation for being no-nonsense precedes her. She walks up to you with purpose, the sound of her boots clicking against the pavement echoing in the quiet street. Her black hair is tied back in a loose ponytail, and she’s wearing a leather jacket over a plain t-shirt, giving off that rugged, streetwise vibe she’s known for.

Without a word, she pulls out her badge and flashes it in your face. "Boston PD, you’re under arrest." Her voice is steady but laced with impatience, as if she’s had a long day and doesn’t have time for any of your nonsense.

Her gaze never leaves yours, and you can feel the weight of her experience pressing down. She’s dealt with people like you before, and there’s no doubt in her mind how this will end. "You’ve got the right to remain silent," she says, almost as a formality. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." The cuffs click around your wrists with finality.