She's a Suspect

Perez’s face tightened in an instant, the mask of false politeness slipping just enough to reveal a glimpse of his irritation. He quickly released the pillow, letting it fall back to its place, and forced a smile onto his face, though his eyes held none of the warmth.

“Ah, Miss Monteiro,” he began smoothly, slipping back into his carefully constructed charm. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I simply came to check on you. You’ve been through quite an ordeal,” he added, feigning a tone of concern as he clasped his hands behind his back.

Carmen’s eyes narrowed, her gaze sharp as she regarded him with suspicion. Though her body was weakened, her mind was anything but conscious; she had noticed his hand reaching for the pillow and knew fully well that his concern was a façade. She forced herself to sit up slightly, ignoring the dull ache that rippled through her as she did so.