I told myself I'd be calm today at the police station. I told myself I wouldn't get angry, that I'd keep my cool and volunteer information in a rational, non-emotional manner.
It went pretty well at first, I think. I didn't get to lose my temper because I wasn't really involved. Our Investigating Officer (IO) talked mainly to Ad while I sat some distance away on a sofa (too far away to hear what was going on). It was only towards the end that I decided to join them because Ad had some difficulty remembering certain details.
Turns out the IO had asked Ad to go down to the station today to answer some questions - basically, to get more information and to confirm/refute certain statements made by B.Ong. Stuff like, "What was XXX Company's role in the renovation?" and "Were you aware he was an undischarged bankrupt at the start?" (B.Ong apparantly told the IO that we were aware all along of his bankruptcy).
So, it was something like this - IO would ask a question, Ad would answer, IO would type down the question and answer on his laptop. Went like that for several questions. After the IO finished his questioning and typing, he printed out the document for Ad to read and sign - something like a sworn statement, I guess. Ad let me read it too - and when I got to the last question, all resolve to stay calm and non-emotional went out the window.
Let's see, the last question went something like, "Did you keep pestering B.Ong to conduct renovation works, knowing he was an undischarged bankrupt, in order to save costs..." Whaaat??!!! I think I lost it after I read the word "pestering".
The truth of the matter is that the idiot practically begged us to give him the renovation contract. Um, and somebody please explain to me how knowingly engaging a bankrupt to do renovation work will help us save money?
Do you see what I mean by him being an unrepentant liar? He's continually spouting lies. And we have to continually refute them as they come along.
It would be quite interesting to see what he's going to come up with next, if not for the fact that it's so darn tiring.
But I thank God for strength - not just for myself, but also for Ad. Ad's been the pillar in this whole affair. He's the one who keeps his cool and patience while dealing with all this crap - and I've been pleasantly surprised to find that my husband writes a mean letter! He's been busy shooting off email to the relevant parties - the police, the bankruptcy authorities - and I'm so impressed! His letters are clear and civil, yet incisive. It's reassuring to know that should this drag on till after I deliver, my man is more than capable of handling it all by himself.
