The man hesitated. His fear was palpable, but so was his determination to keep his secrets. "I can't tell the name," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Eliza nodded, her expression hardening.
Without a moment's hesitation, she delivered another punch, her fist connecting with his jaw. The man's head snapped back, a groan escaping his lips. Blood trickled from his mouth, but he remained silent.
Her phone rang, breaking the tension momentarily. Eliza glanced at the screen and saw Emily's name flashing. She must have gotten worried, Eliza thought.
With a swift movement, she ended the call without answering, refocusing on the man in front of her.
"Talk," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument.
The man lay on the floor, gasping for breath. "Fine," he finally conceded, his voice trembling. "It was a woman's voice... but I don't know who."
Eliza's eyes narrowed. "You didn't see her?" she pressed.
