Whodunit

To no surprise, "John's" bloodshot eyes glared with superlative fury at the ridiculing Detective, whose citrine eyes gleamed like a snake with that silent, demonic fire within them that only I seemed able to perceive.

Alas, unable to close the distance between them due to the bolstered force of everyone working together to hold him back, he could make no advance. Knocked and forced to his knees, the most he could do was jerk his arm free from the vice-like hold of the others, to no meaningful effect.

Seeing this, I wondered if the Detective felt even the slightest hint of pity, or if the impetus for her next decision was more along the lines of an emotion like boredom.

Erasing any trace of a smile from her face, she opened her mouth.