Jack nods, taking the bottle of bleach from Brass' hand. Natalie isn't looking at the door, and Jack holds the bottle slightly behind him as he walks in.
He places it beside the chair across from her. He'll save it, see how far he can get just asking a couple questions. It's a key element to interrogations; you have to build to a break, you can't bring out all your material right at the start unless you have to, because if you can't convert it to a break, you have nothing to work with. And that's when the subject isn't delusional.
"Hello, Natalie," he says, keeping his voice low, smiling at her with almost a sinister light. The more cracked he can seem, the more unexpected his reaction, the better. "I'm Jack, a friend of Sara's. A good friend. Mr. Grissom tells me that you know where she is, and you're not telling anyone."
no subject
He places it beside the chair across from her. He'll save it, see how far he can get just asking a couple questions. It's a key element to interrogations; you have to build to a break, you can't bring out all your material right at the start unless you have to, because if you can't convert it to a break, you have nothing to work with. And that's when the subject isn't delusional.
"Hello, Natalie," he says, keeping his voice low, smiling at her with almost a sinister light. The more cracked he can seem, the more unexpected his reaction, the better. "I'm Jack, a friend of Sara's. A good friend. Mr. Grissom tells me that you know where she is, and you're not telling anyone."