La Noire — Cheat Table

[DEV NOTE: This line was cut for pacing. Use spare voice line "I swear I didn't see nothin'" to transition.] Phelps stared. He walked behind Lot B. The trash can contained a bloody tire iron wrapped in a rag. Leo hadn't confessed to that. No one knew about it.

One rainy night, after clearing the Homicide desk, Phelps used it. The camera lifted from his body. He floated up through the ceiling of the Central Police Station, through the invisible walls of the game world, past the low-resolution rooftops and into a gray, untextured void.

And there, floating in the null space, were the other Cole Phelpses. la noire cheat table

He went back to the murder book. The next case was a woman thrown from a window. He had no leads, no intuition, and a suspect who looked him dead in the eye and said, "I loved her."

The first time he used it was on a jittery gas station attendant named Leo, who was clearly hiding something about the morphine thefts. Phelps clicked the usual Truth button. Leo’s face twitched, then settled into a perfect, uncanny stillness. The model didn’t move. But a text box appeared in the air, white-on-black like a terminal: [CHARACTER_INTENT: GUILTY. HIDING MURDER WEAPON IN TRASH CAN BEHIND LOT B.] [DEV NOTE: This line was cut for pacing

But the deepest option was the one simply labeled

He opened it.

He remembered the war. He remembered the beach, the flames, the medal he tried to refuse. He remembered the badge, the suits, the lies in every suspect’s eyes. But he did not remember the syringe.