Detective Jameson sat in the dimly lit interrogation room, staring at Ryan across from him. He had been questioning Ryan for hours, trying to get to the bottom of Emily's disappearance.
Ryan shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes darting around the room. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice shaking.
Jameson leaned forward, his eyes locked onto Ryan's. "Don't play dumb, Ryan," he said. "We have evidence. We know about your secret accounts, your online activities. We know about the threatening messages you sent to Emily."
Ryan's face went white, and he slumped back in his chair. "How did you...?" he stammered.
Jameson smiled grimly. "We're detectives, Ryan. It's our job to uncover the truth. Now, I want you to tell me the truth about your relationship with Emily. What was going on between you two?"
Ryan took a deep breath, his eyes welling up with tears. "I was obsessed with her," he admitted. "I couldn't handle the thought of losing her. I sent her those messages, trying to scare her into staying with me."
Jameson's expression was disgusted. "You're a monster, Ryan," he said. "And I think you might be more involved in Emily's disappearance than you claim."
Ryan's eyes widened in fear, and he shook his head. "No, I didn't hurt her, I swear. I loved her."
Jameson raised an eyebrow. "Love? You call that love? You're going to need to do better than that, Ryan. We're not done here."
As Jameson continued to question Ryan, he couldn't shake the feeling that Ryan was still hiding something. He was determined to uncover the truth, no matter what it took.