Two men dressed in black trousers and suits that clung perfectly to their bodies stood before me. A bold badge was clipped to the top of each suit.
From their appearance, I could tell they were officers, but what didn't register was why they had come to my house just moments after I'd stepped inside.
"Mr. Enzo Hooks?" the first one asked. I nodded in response.
"You're needed at the station," the other said. I narrowed my gaze, confused by his statement.
"Please, may I know my offense?" I asked.
"Sure. But you'll get that information when you report to the station," he replied, stepping closer with one hand cuff.
I looked at his hand, a mix of confusion and anger striking my heart like lightning.
"Why the hand cuff?" I asked, staring between them, but no response, only silence.
"At least tell me what I've done. Why handcuff me like a common criminal?" I shot back. But it wasn't enough. The cuffs slid around my wrists, and I felt a firm pull from behind.
