*Michael*

"Mr. Astor?" Agent Ramirez asked. He had dark hair and a mustache that twitched as he spoke. His partner was more serious looking and didn't attempt to add any more information.

All of the room felt as though it had begun to spin. I sat with my hands on the desk for a long moment.

I noticed the expectant look on the officer's faces, and I knew I had zoned out of the conversation completely. How could this be real?

"I'm sorry, but ...