She considered Robert's question before speaking, "You have six and a half minutes while I smoke a cigarette, 13 minutes if I decide to smoke two." Eve walked past him and motioned for him to follow after. The day outside was overcast, rain threatening to pour down at any moment. The weather was fitting for the dark time the small town had fallen into. The captain's daughter glanced up at the sky as she lit her hand rolled cigarette. It felt odd to be questioned when you were normally the one doing the questioning. Thick, grey smoke poured out of her mouth as Eve spoke, "Your time starts now."<br/><br/>As the Private Detective spoke, the journalist watched him intently. Eve made mental notes of his body language and the tone of his voice. The questions poured out of his mouth like water, a half smirk bringing to form on her blood red lips. This was an interrogation without the room. She lived for moments like these.