“Sit down.”
He obliged to the stern, professional voice and sat down, his eyes clouded with shock. He was clearly not in the state to be interrogated. The officers decided to give him some time so he could try and get out a word from his mouth. His leg was bouncing up and down, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
He hit Phoebe with his car. To them, he did that on purpose. But to him, he was the victim. He did not know whether to be sad about himself or his secretary that was in a life or death situation. Was she going to make it out of there alive? If she died then it would be another person he cared about died while he could do nothing but wait for the news.
He heard the officer’s voice again making him turn his head to the side. “Do you have anyone to call? A la
