Chapter 34

Eric

Ten minutes later, I was brought to a police station. A lot of the cops knew who I was and I could tell that as they stared on. Here I was, the Eric Connall, being taken to the shop. I was untouchable, merciless, and a cut throat killer. And yet they were scared. They were scared that I wasn't the least bit worried.

I sighed and stretched my arms while sitting in the interrogation room. I sat comfortably on the steel chair with one foot across the other on top of the table. I folded my arms across my chest, then I glanced at the two way mirror on the wall and refrained from waving at it.

Suddenly, the door opened and a broad backed man entered into the room along with a slender woman. They were dressed in similar grey suits, with that of the woman being more fitted and stylish. 

Then they took their seats opposite me. The man shuffled through his sparsely packed folder while the woman wrote down a few words on a writing pad. I knew