Chapter Ten

“I've brought him, sir.” Rezende spoke with his head bowed.

“You've done well,” Hubbard complimented, and half turned to him. “Give us a moment alone.”

“You could have just said so instead of dragging me down here.” said tactless Darron, adjusting his crinkled shirt. His words seemed to hold a fiber of anger in it.

“Watch your tongue!” Rezende said, feeling insulted. He drew his hands into a fist, ready to strike.

“There'll be no need for that,” Hubbard warned. “You may leave now.”

“I'm sorry, sir.” he apologized, his face buried in the ground. He took some steps backwards and excused them both.

“The weather is so nice out here.” Hubbard said and turned to him. “You're the prosecutor in charge of the reopened murder case that took place a year ago, right?” he arched a brow.

“Yes I'm, but if you're here to ask me to drop the case then I must say, you've approached the wrong person.” the words ran out of his mouth as though he spoke to his colleague.

A dreadful smile curled up Hu