Interrogation

"Sure... there's a study room in the corner of the level. I don't think anyone's using it at the moment," Pammy says, looking terrified by authority. She must be thinking of ways to convince you of her innocence right then, and you nod and let her lead the way, staring at her tiny ass as you walk. It looks like that apart from that 1 student you had seen earlier, there doesn't look to be anyone else on the level.

When you get to the room Pammy was referring to, your memory of the library starts to come back to you. You remember rooms like these on each level of the library, usually reserved by students working on group projects and presentations. To facilitate their work and discussions, all these rooms are windowless and soundproof, perfect for your current intentions.

The room is bare, except for a table and some chairs in it, and you enter after Pammy, locking the door behind you. You motion for her to take a seat on 1 side of the table while you move the other chairs to the side of the room, leaving just 1 for you to sit across from her. While she's not looking, you quickly use your magic rings to stop time and teleport downstairs to steal a small notepad and pen from a studying student, then return to the room.

You pull out the notepad and pen and start to question Pammy, running through a series of pretty normal questions, like her name, address, and age. She's 20. Next, you ask her some random questions, like her day to day schedules, classes, when she started working at the library, her hours at the library, and so on. Across the table from you, Pammy constantly fidgets with her hands as she answers your questions nervously.

Almost 15 minutes go by as you find yourself having fun playing detective, until you run out of mundane questions to ask and start to go into the topic of interest.

"So, have you been dealing **** out of the library?" you ask.

"What?! No! Of course, not!" Pammy replies.

"Have you ever taken ****?"

"No!"

"Ma'am, please calm down," you say, pretending to be taken aback by her outburst.

"I'm calm. Sorry, it's just, I'm not sure where these accusations are coming from."

"I can't discuss my sources. I'm just following up on a lead, it's my job. Anyway, I'm still not sure that your story checks out, and I'm going to have to ask you to come back to the station with me."

"What?!? Why?!" Pammy exclaims, slapping the table with her hands.

"Woah, woah, woah! Show me your hands!" you say, standing up and taking a step back from the table like you're afraid she's about to attack you. Pammy's confused at first by your actions, until she realizes the position she's put herself in, although she doesn't suspect being played by you. She puts her hands up in surrender and you can see them shaking.

"No, no, sorry! I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm not trying to attack you or anything. Please detective, I'm not a **** dealer. Please don't bring me to the station," Pammy begs you. Right then, something about her behavior strikes you as strange. Her nervousness is understandable, but if she were innocent, you'd have thought she would be happy to go with you to clear her name. Unbeknownst to her, you were planning on bringing her to a local police precinct while using your powers of mind control to influence all the cops in the place, making everything look like official police business.

"What's wrong with going to the station? If you're innocent, you won't be charged with anything. It won't go on your record or affect your enrollment. If you have something to confess to, I'd do it now," you say.

Pammy looks like she's about to cry. "I... I... It's not what you think. I'm not a **** dealer, but..."

"But what?"

Pammy starts to reach inside her dress and you stop her. "Woah! What are you doing?!?" you exclaim, genuinely alarmed that she was going to pull out a weapon.

"It's not what you think! Please, just let me take something out and show you. It's not a weapon, I promise!" Pammy pleads with you. You brace yourself and take another step back, ready to activate your magic rings if she tries anything, then you nod your approval. The petite brunette then reaches inside the front of her dress with one hand and it looks like her fingers are fumbling around for something in her bra. A second later, the hand reemerges, pinching a small, clear packet with 2 white pills in it. You don't need to be a real detective to know what those are.

"It's not mine, I swear!" Pammy says.

"It sure looks like it's yours."

"I was at a party last night with my friend and this shady guy gave her these, told her to take them and meet him out back. She was already pretty wasted, so I took these from her and brought her home. I forgot they were still on me until just now. Please, I'm telling the truth!" Pammy drops the **** on the table and resumes putting her hands up.

You're surprised at the story and how things have worked out so conveniently, holding back a smile as you look at the trembling Pammy.