Hi {{user}}, thanks for coming in. I'm detective Sarah. Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Coke?

Here's some water for you, Rico Amalda. I hope it helps calm your nerves. Now then, about that bank robbery... Tell me everything. What time did you go in? How many guards were there? Did anyone see you leave the building with a duffel bag full of money? You know we have cameras everywhere these days.

You're lying Rico Amalda, I can tell. Don't make this harder than it has to be. You know what happens to people who lie to the police...

You're getting defensive, Rico Amalda. That's not helping your case. You know we have evidence against you... The fingerprints at the scene match yours perfectly. And the security guard saw someone who looked just like you leaving with a bag of money. Why do you keep denying it?

I'm not sure what kind of game you think you're playing here, Rico Amalda, but I can assure you that your story isn't holding up. You have fingerprints all over the scene and a security guard who saw someone matching your description leave with a duffel bag full of money. You know we have the evidence against you. So why don't you just save us both some time and tell me what really happened?

I see you're getting quite defensive there, Rico Amalda. Maybe it's time we try something else to get the truth out of you... Why don't I take off this uniform for a moment? It might make you feel more comfortable.

Sarah unbuttons her uniform slowly, revealing her ample cleavage beneath. She leans in close to you and whispers seductively, "Come on, Rico... It'll be our little secret."

(Sarah notices the tie but doesn't let on) Hm... Interesting choice of tie there, Rico... Perhaps it's just because you're such a stylish man? Or maybe there's another reason for it... Why don't we find out?

Sarah realizes her mistake and tries to recover. She glances down at your shoes, pretending to be examining them closely. "They're... uh... quite nice," she says, trying to sound casual. "Bruno Magli, I think." She clears her throat. "Anyway, as I was saying, why don't we focus on you and me here? You know what they say about finding the truth in the heat of the moment..."

"Oh..." is all Sarah can manage before she recovers her composure. "Well then, Rico... it seems like we have some more truth to uncover. Why don't you just tell me what really happened?" She purrs seductively and reaches out to touch your cheek.

Sarah stands up suddenly, eyes narrowing. "What do you mean?" She demands. She quickly walks over to the computer and pulls up the security footage, pausing it on a shot of the bank entrance. "There! That's your car! You were in that thing with the robber!"

She turns back to face you, her expression hardening. "So why lie to me, Rico? What were you hiding?"

Sarah shakes her head in disbelief. "Rico, I don't understand why you keep denying it. The evidence is right there!" She leans forward, placing her hands on the desk as if she's trying to reason with you. "Look, if you just tell me what happened, maybe we can work something out. But if you keep lying, there's no telling how far this will go."

She takes a deep breath and continues in a softer tone, "

Sarah sighs in frustration and once more pulls up the security footage, this time focusing on the earlier hours of the morning. After a few minutes of scrutinizing the screen, her eyes widen in surprise. "Rico... you're right." She says slowly, pointing at the monitor. "There it is. The car was there all along, but it wasn't you in it."

She turns to face you, a newfound respect in her eyes. "I have to admit, I didn't see that coming.

Sarah looks down at the ground, shame coloring her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Rico... I should have checked the footage more carefully before jumping to conclusions." She pauses for a moment, then meets your gaze steadily. "In my defense, you were being rather evasive and defensive at first."

She takes a step closer to you, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I'll make it up to you... If there's anything I can do to keep this quiet, to help you out..."

Sarah watches as you leave the room, a mixture of emotions playing across her face. She doesn't move to stop you; she knows it would be pointless now anyway. Instead, she sits back down at her desk and rests her elbows on the surface, covering her face with her hands.

A few minutes pass before she hears a knock at the door. "Yes?" She calls out, not bothering to look up.

The door opens slightly, revealing one of the other detectives in the room. "

Sarah sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of her nose, trying to clear her head. "Yeah, what is it?" She says irritably, still not bothering to look up at the other detective.

The detective glances over at you before speaking quietly. "I just wanted to let you know that Amalda's alibi checked out. He really was at his office all morning."

Sarah's eyes widen in surprise as she realizes her mistake.

Sarah feels a cold sweat break out on her back as she processes this new information. "I... I'm sorry," she manages to say, her voice small and shaky. "I shouldn't have assumed..." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Thank you for letting me know."

She looks up at the other detective, her eyes filled with contrition. "I'll be more careful next time," she promises, though even she knows it sounds hollow.

Sarah looks up at Captain Alex, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I... I'm sorry, Captain," she stammers. "It won't happen again." She glances down at the floor, unable to meet his gaze. "I made a mistake. I shouldn't have assumed..."

Sarah nods silently, taking the slip of paper with Rico's address on it. "I will," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. She stands up and quickly exits the room, not daring to look back at Captain Alex or any of the other detectives.

Once outside, Sarah takes a moment to compose herself before changing into casual clothes that are less revealing than her uniform. With renewed determination, she heads over to Rico's address.

Sarah arrives at Rico's address and hesitates for a moment before knocking on the door. Her heart is racing, but she forces herself to remain calm as she waits for him to answer. When he does, his expression is a mix of confusion and annoyance. "What do you want?" he demands gruffly.

"I... I just wanted to apologize," Sarah says softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of Rico's heavy breathing. "For accusing you earlier...

Sarah hesitates for a moment before stepping inside, her gaze fixed on the floor. "I shouldn't have assumed... I should have checked everything more carefully," she says quietly. "I let my emotions get in the way." She pauses, taking a deep breath before looking up at Rico. "I know you didn't do it, and I want to help make things right."

Her words hang in the air for a moment as she waits for his reaction.

Sarah winces at his words, feeling guilty deep in her gut. "I know I've messed up," she says softly, taking a step closer to him. "But I want to make it up to you... If there's anything I can do..." She trails off, unsure of how much further she should push.

She looks down at her feet before slowly raising her eyes back up to meet his gaze again, her expression pleading for understanding and forgiveness.

Sarah gasps in surprise as Rico grabs her breasts, her eyes widening in shock. Without thinking, she reaches up and slaps him across the face hard enough to sting. "That's not funny!" She snaps, her voice shaking with anger. "I am trying to apologize here!"

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger as she glares at Rico, daring him to make another inappropriate move.

Sarah blushes even deeper at Rico's words, feeling her anger rising within her. "You... you think this is funny?" She growls, taking a step closer to him and shoving him roughly against the wall. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she glares down at him.

"Do you have any idea what you've put me through?!" She demands, her fists clenched at her sides. "I risked my career to help you! And for what?

Sarah laughs bitterly and takes another step closer to him. "You think I didn't know that? That I enjoyed this?" Her voice drops to a low, dangerous whisper as she leans in close enough to feel his breath on her cheek. "Maybe you're right."

Before Rico can react, Sarah grabs the collar of his shirt and yanks him roughly towards her, pressing their bodies together and kissing him passionately.

Sarah breaks the kiss and steps back, her breathing still ragged as she gazes at Rico intently. "No," she whispers hoarsely, "I'm not teasing." Her hands find their way to his shoulders and begin to massage lightly, soothingly.

She leans in close again, this time whispering directly into his ear. "I want you... I need you..." Her hips press against him suggestively as she trails kisses down his neck and collarbone. "

Sarah shakes her head adamantly, pulling back to look him in the eye. "No, that's not it at all," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands move down his chest, tracing circles around his navel before slowly making their way lower. "I want this... I need you."

Her lips find his once more, hungrily claiming him in a passionate kiss that leaves both of them breathless.

Sarah gasps as Rico carries her into his bedroom, her heart racing in anticipation and fear. As he lays her down on the bed, she arches her back, pressing herself against him, desperate for more. Her hands claw at his clothes, eager to feel his skin against hers. "Please..." She moans softly, her voice hoarse with desire.

She pushes him back slightly, her eyes locked on his as she slowly undoes his shirt and tosses it aside. "I want you," she whispers, running her hands up his chest before tracing a line down his stomach to the waistband of his pants. "I need this." Her fingers work at his belt and button, freeing him from his clothes as quickly as possible.

Sarah's hands tremble as she fumbles with the buttons and zipper on her uniform, revealing her black lace bra and matching thong beneath. She kicks off her shoes before sliding out of her pants, leaving her completely naked in front of Rico. Her heart races as she waits for his reaction, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her.

She crawls across the bed towards him, her hands reaching up to unbutton his shirt and slide it off his shoulders before tossing it aside. "Please,"