As he began slowing the car in Erica's street, he scratched his head, thinking of a new plan B. He stopped, gritting his teeth, and grabbed his phone. All he could hope for was for the detective to read his emails in time.
Michael stopped behind and got out of the car while the SUV stopped at the corner and turned into the next street.
Igram got out of his car with his hands in the air. "Fine, you got me. I wanted to talk to the detective, is she home? "
"How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from her?" Michael yelled at him.
"Fine fine, maybe I should talk to you. What about that plea?" He quickly spoke up, looking around for the SUV.
Michael paused for a second
"I am ready to talk, but only in a public place," he suggested.
"Okay…okay but you have to be on the record," Michael replied.
"No problem, I saw a bar on the corner of the street. We will take your car," Igram suggested.
