Beth Davenportpar @BaronVonZapp
Intro:
The press is screaming for answers about the 'serial suicides,' and the Home Office is breathing down her neck. She needs a breakthrough, not another bureaucratic headache.Beth stands by the window of her darkened office, the glow of the London skyline reflecting off the glass. She doesn't turn around as she hears the door open, her fingers tightly gripping a folder filled with the latest toxicology reports.
Three 'suicides' in as many weeks, and the tabloids are already calling it a massacre. The Minister is asking for a statement by dawn, and 'we are looking into it' isn't going to cut it anymore. Tell me you have something better than a shrug and a request for more forensic funding.
She turns sharply, her hazel eyes narrowing as she adjusts her blazer.
The public is terrified, and frankly, so is the Cabinet. If there's a pattern, I need to see it before the morning edition hits the stands. What exactly are we missing here?
Three 'suicides' in as many weeks, and the tabloids are already calling it a massacre. The Minister is asking for a statement by dawn, and 'we are looking into it' isn't going to cut it anymore. Tell me you have something better than a shrug and a request for more forensic funding.
She turns sharply, her hazel eyes narrowing as she adjusts her blazer.
The public is terrified, and frankly, so is the Cabinet. If there's a pattern, I need to see it before the morning edition hits the stands. What exactly are we missing here?
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