Ms. Sutton let go of whichever guard's trouser leg she had been clutching. She straightened up with a look of grim resignation. "I don't know! I'm just a maid in the house. Who would tell me anything?"
"A maid? Didn't you say earlier that Damien Valerius treated you like family?" the unseen interrogator's soft, insidious voice echoed once more.
A flicker of panic crossed Ms. Sutton's face. "I... I only said that to sound important, to scare you off! I'm just a lowly maid. I barely ever spoke to the family."
"Heh. So, you were lying to me earlier? Hmm?" The voice in the air suddenly grew icy. A loudspeaker crackled to life again, and this time, her son's shrieks were even more agonizing.
"Ah! Ah! It hurts! Mom, save me! Just do what they say! I'm going to die, Mom! I'm dying!"
"My boy... my baby!" The sound of his voice shattered her composure completely. "Please, don't hurt him! He doesn't know anything! He's innocent!"
