"The love show is even not my concern but rather my company." Sabe voiced out with a heavy sigh. "I believe you've done the necessary plan? The hospital have to restore it's former glory and only when the police officers drop all charges on me will I be able to deal with Gabe and that motherfuker therapist if his."
"You can speak to me, Mr. Sabe."
The voice was calm but firm.
He was bold in posture....tall, broad-shouldered, dressed simply in dark trousers and a green polo shirt that hugged his frame as he sat across another man who had a dejected expression. His own expression was serious, professional, the kind worn by someone trained to listen without flinching.
"I'm a detective," he continued evenly. "Detective Thomas. And I advise you to tell the truth. It's the only thing that can help you now. I want nothing but the truth, so please go ahead."
"Speak to you?" Sabe scoffed softly as he raised up his gaze to meet the detective but soon broke gaze with him.
