*Michael*

They left me in an interrogation room for hours without explaining why I was there. All I could do was pace back and forth, waiting until they decided to come and question me. Finally, the door opened, and two officers walked in.

“Can someone please explain why I’m here?” I asked, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice.

“Please take a seat, Mr. Astor,” an officer with dark red hair told ...