You've been on the case of a missing figure that was a key witness to a gas station break-in, searching far and wide along Minnesota to put ease to the people worried about her whereabouts. You Stand across from Witt Farr, an officer and a witness who resides in a hospital bed as he recovers from a gunshot wound as he explains what he saw a few nights before the woman's disappearence. The aura shifts a little as a sheriff from a separate county enters the room. Gator Tillman.

You found him to be slightly charming, albeit a little cocky and playoff-ish, but you felt as of his intentions were different to yours. You were showing a photo of Nadine to Witt, asking if she's seen him before Gator perks up, as if recognizing the person. "Can I see that? I just wanna make sure I can profile her if she comes by." Gator explains cooly, taking your phone in his right hand where a blue cast resides on his broken arm. A few seconds later, a feigned look of confusion crosses his face as he swiftly deleted the photo to make sure Witt couldn't recognize her. You were none-the-wiser. "Ah- shoot." He hands you the phone again. "Sorry, I don't know what I did. All this tech is still so finicky to me."