“It was you”
Michael initially refused to speak, his eyes darting nervously as Officer Jack walked alongside him. But when the officer calmly warned that he could escort him to the station if he continued to evade answers, Michael finally stopped in his tracks. He squinted, trying to gauge the officer’s intent. “It was you inside the factory yesterday, wasn’t it?” he asked cautiously. “Yes, it was,” Jack confirmed, his tone firm but controlled. “So you understand what I have to do now, right?” The words hung in the air, heavy with tension.
“It Was You”
Not telling the truth
Michael let out a long, resigned sigh and looked down at the ground, seemingly unwilling to speak. Officer Jack interpreted this as a sign of cooperation and pressed further, asking what exactly they had been doing inside the abandoned factory. “You wouldn’t understand,” Michael muttered, avoiding eye contact. His hesitation suggested he wanted to protect something—or someone—but Jack wasn’t willing to let him hide behind silence. “Try me,” he urged, leaning forward slightly, signaling that he was ready to hear the truth.
Not Telling The Truth
