Gaby’s POV
I settled back down on the couch and looked at him intently. He shifted uncomfortably on his seat. I cleared my throat. “Are you going to talk or should I wait until you are in an interrogation room? Look, I’ve got work to do at the police station. Be snappy about what you have to tell me.” I spoke firmly. I did want to be patient with him but I needed to be firm so that he doesn’t play with me and try to leave out some information.
“What exactly would you like to know?” he asked looking embarrassed by what he has to say. “How about everything?” I threw my hands in the air, my eyes stern and my lips turned into a thin line to show how serious I was. He shifted again in his seat. “I-I didn’t want to but I had no choice. Please promise me that telling the truth will not hurt my
