Chapter 112 In The Devil's Grasp

• “I told you I had nothing to say to you,” Signoral let out, watching the detective as he made her repeat the same words over and over.
• The small, stark room buzzed with silence, broken only by the faint hum of a ceiling light that flickered now and then.
• Signoral sat rigidly, her nails tapping an impatient rhythm on the cold metal table as she glared at the blank walls. Her perfectly coiffed hair was slightly disheveled, and her jaw was set with frustration.