"Okay, Commissioner. Thank you, sir."
Daniel's voice was calm, polite, but firm.
"No, no, I'm fine. I'm good. Just help me detain him—and also his boss. Tunde Gbenga, yes, that's the name. Just hold the two of them for now. They were the ones who sold me the house."
He nodded as he listened to the response, eyes darting around the quiet car park where he had pulled over. The engine hummed low in the background.
"Thank you, sir. I'll make sure to tell my uncle how well you've been taking good care of me. Truly, thank you."
He ended the call with a small smile, resting the phone in his lap. For a brief second, there was a flicker of satisfaction on his face—the kind that came from feeling like you were finally getting justice. But just as quickly, it disappeared, replaced by a frown of frustration and a distant look in his eyes.
