*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 me.
“I will not take a seat until someone explains to me why I'm here. I was arrested at my home in the middle of the night, and I was barely told anything on the way here. Then I was left in this room for hours. Is this some kind of sick joke to you people?" I snapped.
“If you would take a seat, we can start asking you some questions. The more cooperative you are with this interrogat
