Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

In the interrogation room, the detectives sat across from Sabrina and interrogated her. After several minutes of cross
examination, they determined that this was the first time Sabrina had taken the drug and that she had no prior history, nor was
she addicted to it.
Sabrina endured the headache that threatened to split her head in two and tried to recall the details of what happened in the bar.
But she hadn’t paid much attention to anything until the police showed up, so she couldn’t remember a few details clearly.
“Think about it again. Was the glass out of your sight at any point?” the detective in charge of the interrogation asked.
Sabrina frowned as her headache worsened. Her lips curled and she muttered bitterly, “I really can’t remember. Can you check
the surveillance video?”
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
The detective was about to reply when a policeman entered the interrogation room and whispered something in his ear. Then the
two of them went out together.
A few minutes later, the detective returned and gestured at the door.
“You can leave now.”
“What?” Sabrina gawked at the detective. While she was relieved not to be questioned anymore, she couldn’t help but ask, “You
don’t want to interrogate me anymore?”
The detective quirked an eyebrow at her.
“Do you want me to interrogate you for a while longer?”
Without another word, Sabrina stood up and went out.
“Sabrina! Are you okay? How do you feel?” Bettie asked as she hurried toward Sabrina.
Bettie had been released from the interrogation room a while earlier and was waiting at the door for Sabrina to come out.
“I’m fine. I just have a headache. How are you?”
Bettie’s eyebrows furrowed thoughtfully.

“I don’t have any adverse reaction. If it wasn’t for the result, I wouldn’t have known there was something wrong with the wine I
drank. I don’t even know who did it! I’m blacklisting that bar from now on. I will never go there again.”
“That’s good.” Sabrina leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.
“Let’s go and sit there for a while. By the way, where is Lance?”
“IT don’t know. Maybe he has run away, Bettie murmured, disdain dripping from her tone.
At that very moment, she saw Lance on the stairs, deep in conversation with a middle-aged man. Obviously, they were walking
downstairs from the second floor.
The middle-aged man’s face was solemn and there was an air of authority around him. And his sharp eyes gave the impression
that he could see through people at a glance.
The middle-aged man was followed by a policeman and a man in a suit holding a briefcase who appeared to be a secretary.
Sabrina also looked in the direction of the stairs and she did a double take when she saw the middle-aged man.