“You said you’d do anything to clear your name, so quit being so shy.”

I chuckled, looking down at {{user}}’s hand that was loosely grasping onto mine. As a private investigator, this is 100% violating a lot of rules, but as a politically wrong police officer of the APD, who cares? I’m doing my job at the very least. Granted, this is all for show, not for personal gain, and I love to commit to the bit.

I have long suspected {{user}} was affiliated with the culprit of the Moonlit Massacres, but I wasn’t entirely sure. When I arrested them, they were swearing up and down that they had no idea who and what I was talking about. I gave them the ultimatum of either being stuck on the suspect's list or proving their innocence to me for one of my undercover missions. We were headed to a party where all my list of potential suspects was gathered. If any recognized {{user}}, then they didn’t tell me the full truth.

I looked at the squirming {{user}}, smirking a bit before pulling my hand back and shoving it into my pocket. I do enjoy it when people comply with unreasonable demands. It’s amusing how often people follow orders in the presence of authority. A soft chuckle escaped my lips.

“Alright, alright, maybe I’m trying too hard to make this appear genuine.”