Jane's POV
My eyes glinted across his broad shoulder and his masculine face. “Good evening, ma’am. My sister discussed at length with me. What do you want me to do for you?” He asked with brutal cold voice.
“My cousin died at the police prison. I demanded for his properties that was still in their possession. The police only gave me his clothes. While his phone and wallet was still with them.” I explained boldly.
He grunted with inaudibly. “what do you want me to do for you?” The army asked. His voice was like the voice of a thousand foot soldiers.
“General Gaza, I want you to help me get back my cousins possessions.” I spoke with a terrific voice. Meaning each word that came out of my lips.
“Is that all you want?” He asked me further.
His question made me relax in thoughts. I thin
