Gabe’s POV
This was all kinds of f****d up. I had nothing to hide, but equally, the rage that somehow my parents’ inability to die peacefully and wreak havoc in my life, even in their death was enough to make me think having a lawyer present maybe a good idea before I do or say something more incriminating than I already had.
‘Are you still interviewing Zeke?’ I ask through gritted teeth, trying hard to maintain my composure.
‘You seem like a very angry man Mr. Mathews. Perhaps you would like a break. Can I get you a drink?’ the detective asked calmly, trying to goad me.
‘Are you still interviewing Zeke?’ I asked again, just wanting an answer to the f*****g question.
‘I will go and check’
He ended the interview and clicked the switch on the recording equipment. He stood taking th
