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"Stop it," Fiona snapped, barely managing to keep her voice steady. She knew he was baiting her, but each comment felt like a punch in the gut. The image of Joslyn swam in her mind's eye – her bright smile, her laughter, everything that made her sister special. And this monster had taken her away.
"Aw, did I strike a nerve?" Daniel taunted, leaning forward in his seat. His eyes, dark and soulless, seemed to bore straight through her. "I can't help but wonder what your sister would think of you now, all grown up and playing detective. Do you think she'd be proud? You’re not even a real FBI agent.”
Fiona bit her lip, tasting blood as she struggled to keep her composure. "You don't get to talk about her like that," she spat, her words sharp as daggers. "Not after what you've done."
"Fair enough," Daniel said, leaning back with a shrug. "But maybe you should consider that I'm not the only monster here. After all, birds of a feather, right?"
Fiona's heart clenched in her chest, her breathing growing shallow as a wave of panic threatened to overtake her. “What are you talking about?”
Daniel laughed. “Maybe I can see in you what you can’t even see in yourself. Your own darkness. You like the hunt, don’t you? You like the chase—knowing whoever you track down might be receiving a death blow directly from you."
Fiona’s stomach sank. What was he trying to say—that she enjoyed killing? And that was why she was in the FBI, training to be an agent? No, it wasn’t about that at all—she wanted to help people. She wanted to see monsters behind bars, not dead. He was trying to rattle her, to make her doubt herself, but she couldn't let that happen. She needed to stay focused.
"Enough," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I don't need to listen to this. I came here for answers, but you obviously have nothing useful to say. Maybe you can rot in this jail for a while longer and think about what you want to tell me. Maybe then I can talk them out of putting you into solitary confinement.”
With that, Fiona stood up and turned away, her legs trembling as she made her way toward the door. It took all her willpower not to run, to show him just how deeply his words had affected her.
"Wait," Daniel called out, his voice suddenly serious. "Don't go yet. There's something you should know."
Fiona hesitated, her hand hovering over the door handle. She knew better than to trust him, but the possibility of information about Joslyn was too tempting to resist. With a deep breath, she turned back to face him, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Start talking," she said, her voice cold as ice. "And it better be worth my time."
"Alright, alright," Daniel said, his sly smile reappearing. "There was a girl named Joslyn, but she didn’t look like you.”
Fiona held her breath. While Fiona had red hair and green eyes, Joslyn did look different; she was classically beautiful with brown hair and dark eyes. They didn’t look like sisters, but they were blood all the same.
Daniel continued, “If it's the one you're looking for... she might still be alive."
Fiona froze, her heart pounding in her chest as a flicker of hope ignited within her. She stared at him, trying to discern whether he was telling the truth or just toying with her again.
"Where is she?" Fiona demanded, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Tell me where she is, Daniel."
He leaned back in his chair, studying her with amusement. "Oh, now you want to talk? I thought you were leaving."
"Please," Fiona begged, hating herself for giving him the satisfaction of seeing her desperation. "If you know anything about Joslyn, you have to tell me. You owe it to her – to all the girls you've hurt."
Daniel laughed, a cruel and mocking sound that made Fiona's skin crawl. "You think I owe anyone anything? That's cute, but no. I won't say where she is. It's far more fun watching you squirm."
Fiona clenched her fists, resisting the urge to scream at him. She knew he was enjoying this, feeding off her pain and frustration. But she couldn't give up – not when there was a chance, however slim, that Joslyn was still out there somewhere, waiting to be found.
"Please," she repeated, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "I need to find her. She's my sister."
"Ah, yes," Daniel mused, his grin widening. "Family. Such a fascinating concept, isn't it? You'd do anything for them, even when they don't deserve it. Like your dear sister, perhaps?"
"Don't you dare," Fiona snapped, her anger flaring. "Joslyn didn't deserve what happened to her. None of those girls did! You're the monster here, not them."
"Am I?" Daniel asked, feigning innocence. "Or am I simply a product of the world that made me? Who's the real monster now?"
"Stop trying to justify your actions," Fiona spat, glaring at him through the plexiglass. "There is no excuse for what you've done."
"Maybe so," he conceded with a shrug. "But it doesn't change the fact that I'm the only one who knows where your sister might be. And I'm certainly not going to tell you."
Fiona's vision blurred as tears threatened to spill over, but she refused to let them fall. She couldn't let him see her break down – not now, not ever.
"Then you're a coward," she hissed, turning away from him once more. "And I will find Joslyn without your help."
"Good luck with that," Daniel called after her, his laughter echoing through the room as she fought to hold back her emotions. Fiona glared at him one last time before she stood up and left, her dignity barely intact. She had messed this up, and right now, the only person who could help her understand how to deal with this was Jake.
