Empty Promises

~chapter three~

~Detective Harris~

Detective Harris sat at his desk, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. He glanced at the clock on the wall, noting that Neve was due to arrive any minute. He had a gut feeling about her, something that told him she knew more than she was letting on. The disappearance of Mia had been weighing heavily on his mind, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.

The door to his office creaked open, and Neve stepped inside. She looked pale and anxious, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. Harris gestured for her to take a seat, watching her closely as she did so.

"Thank you for coming in, Neve," he said, his voice calm and measured. "I just have a few more questions about Mia's disappearance."

Neve nodded, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. "Of course, Detective. I'll do whatever I can to help."

Harris leaned forward, his eyes never leaving her face. "Can you tell me again about the last time you saw Mia?"

Neve swallowed hard, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. "We had a disagreement. It was nothing serious, just a misunderstanding. She left, and I haven't seen her since."

Harris studied her, noting the way her fingers fidgeted and her gaze flickered nervously. "A disagreement, you say? What was it about?"

Neve hesitated, her eyes widening slightly. "It was... personal. Just a misunderstanding between friends."

Harris nodded slowly, sensing her discomfort. "I see. And where did this disagreement take place?"

"At her apartment," Neve replied quickly. "We were supposed to meet up and talk things through."

Harris leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "And you haven't heard from her since?"

"No," Neve said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've tried calling, but she hasn't answered."

Harris tapped his pen against the desk, the rhythmic sound filling the silence. "Neve, I need you to be honest with me. Is there anything you're not telling me? Anything at all?"

Neve's eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head. "No, Detective. I swear, I don't know where she is."

Harris watched her closely, his instincts telling him there was more to the story. "Alright, Neve. But if you remember anything, no matter how small, I need you to let me know."

She nodded, her relief palpable. "I will, Detective. Thank you."

As Neve left the office, Harris couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something. He knew he had to tread carefully, but he was determined to uncover the truth. The weight of the investigation pressed down on him, and he vowed to find out what had happened to Mia, no matter what it took.

After the interview, Detective Harris couldn't shake the feeling that Neve was hiding something. He noticed the way her hands trembled slightly as she spoke, her fingers fidgeting nervously in her lap. Her eyes, wide and filled with anxiety, darted around the room, rarely meeting his gaze. There was a moment when he asked about the disagreement with Mia, and her hesitation was palpable, her voice faltering before she quickly provided an answer. The rapid rise and fall of her chest indicated her shallow, anxious breathing, and the way she clutched her purse tightly suggested she was holding onto it for comfort. All these subtle signs pointed to a deeper unease, making Harris more convinced that Neve knew more than she was letting on.