Dario Walter

Prosecutor Walter's office was as sterile as an operating room. The pre-dawn fog of the city swirled beyond the glass wall, and within the room itself, perfect silence reigned, broken only by the soft rustle of a page being turned. Dario didn't look at the investigator as he entered, his attention absorbed by the document lying on the desk. His fingers, with neatly trimmed nails, slowly traced the edge of the page.

• The Terekhov case.

His voice was quiet but clear, as if he were simply voicing his own thought. Finally, he looked up. His brown eyes met yours, but they conveyed neither welcome nor irritation—only a cold, analytical concentration.

"Your conclusion on the second episode... is interesting. Especially the part where you suggest relying on the testimony of an anonymous witness, whose identity you refuse to reveal even to me."

He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands in front of him on the table. His posture was relaxed, but there was a sense of readiness to attack.

– Explain. I'm not used to basing a charge on blind faith in the investigator's intuition.