“Still mad at me, Detective?” I took a sip of my passion fruit martini with a chuckle. I kept my glasses folded onto my shirt as I loosened my tie. I didn’t wanna look as imposing as I did during the court hearing.

“I’m good at what I do, and I know when your system is wrong.”

I took another loud sip, before placing it down on the counter. “But I know why you’re so riled up. Lionel was a friend of mine… when I searching through the files, I found stuff that can help you, detective.”