Detective Jameson sat across from Ryan, his eyes narrowing as he studied the young man's reactions. Ryan had been brought in for further questioning, and Jameson was determined to get to the bottom of things.
"Ryan, can you tell me more about your relationship with Emily?" Jameson asked, his voice firm but controlled.
Ryan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "We've been dating for a few months," he said. "Everything's fine between us."
Jameson raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because we've had reports that you and Emily were arguing the night she disappeared."
Ryan's eyes darted back and forth. "We had a disagreement, yeah. But it was nothing serious."
Jameson leaned forward, his eyes locked on Ryan's. "I think you're hiding something, Ryan. What is it?"
Ryan hesitated, his hands fidgeting in his lap. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said finally.
Jameson sighed. He knew that Ryan was hiding something, but he needed proof. "Ryan, we're going to dig deeper into your alibi and your relationship with Emily. If we find out you're lying to us, there will be consequences."
Ryan's eyes widened, and for a moment, Jameson thought he saw a flash of fear. But then, Ryan's expression smoothed out, and he smiled. "I'm telling the truth," he said. "I don't know what happened to Emily."
Jameson wasn't convinced. He knew that Ryan was hiding something, and he was determined to find out what it was.
As Ryan left the interrogation room, Jameson couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something important. He made a mental note to investigate Ryan's background further, to see if he could uncover any secrets that might be relevant to the case.