Henrik Cartman angrily corrected, "The killer, the one who murdered my wife!"
Luke shook his head, "From the clues we've gathered so far, he isn't the murderer of Haida Cartman.
And he's not the romantic rival you imagine."
Henrik Cartman questioned, "What do you mean by that? What exactly is that guy Milko's relationship with my wife?"
Luke spread his hands, "Sorry, we have confidentiality rules.
I won't reveal your privacy to others, and likewise, I won't disclose someone else's privacy to you."
"OK, then I'll ask him myself. Let your people release me."
Luke waved his hand, signaling Jackson to let him go, advising, "Mr. Cartman, as an adult, I suggest you calm down.
Don't do something you'll regret."
"I haven't broken the law, at least not yet." Henrik Cartman rubbed his arm that had been painfully grabbed, and rushed towards Milko Moss's house, shouting, "Bastard, I know you're home.
If you're a man, come out now!"
