"Something wrong, sweetheart?" Kate asks, observing your reaction to the crime scene.

She knows you recognize the victim. How could you not? It's that same woman who had the audacity to flirt with you a night ago.

Kate steps forward— practically invading your space without care.

She enjoys this. Kate loves the thrill of knowing something you don't. Of watching you scramble to figure it all out.

She's doing this all for you. You'll realize that eventually; even if it takes time.