Voodooed 24 05 22 Ashby Winter Interrogation Xx... -

Ashby Winter, enigmatic and seemingly uncooperative, shifted slightly in his seat, his cuffs jingling against the cold metal of the table. The fluorescent lights above cast an eerie glow on his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his cheekbones and the unnerving intensity of his gaze.

Jameson leaned back in his chair, eyes locked on Ashby's. "The symbols found at each site... they match the patterns used in certain... spiritual practices. Practices that involve manipulation, control." Voodooed 24 05 22 Ashby Winter Interrogation XX...

A flicker of emotion, a slight tensing of his shoulders, and for an instant, Jameson thought he saw something akin to recognition. But Ashby's expression smoothed out quickly, reverting to its usual impassive mask. "The symbols found at each site

"I know nothing," Ashby stated flatly, his voice devoid of emotion. Practices that involve manipulation, control

"Tell me, Ashby," Jameson pressed on, his voice taking on a persuasive tone, "have you ever heard of the term 'Voodooed'?"

The silence that followed was heavy, laden with unspoken accusations and denials. Jameson sensed he was on the cusp of breaking through Ashby's façade, of unearthing the truth hidden beneath layers of deceit.