Chapter eighteen.
Enrique fumed as he spoke with the cops. He had a major migraine with the way they choose to handle the case. So much fucking leniency.
The cop was saying something but he was too angry to hear. He only caught a few sentences.
"He's just a mugger who was trying to rob her. She probably fought back and that's why he attacked her"
Enrique almost cursed but then he swallowed down his frustration and tried with all his might to explain calmly. His hand shook with the effort so he grabbed at the counter. He should have left the case to his lawyer's discretion, but he took the attack on April personally.
"He is not a mugger and I'm a hundred percent sure he's working for someone. April was almost killed in Paris and now this recent and new attack, it's all connected. You have to do all you can to make sure he confesses." He explained and the pacifying look the cops gave him was enough for his rage to come rushing back.