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I was in my hotel room, eating when I heard banging at the door.

Not knocking, but banging.

I got up, walking towards the door slowly. The banging got louder, "It's the police, open up!"

It felt like my heart stopped, I stood there frozen, staring at the door.

"We know you're in there, Logan Carter, open up and surrender calmly and this will all go smoothly." The banging stopped, only the deep baritone voice yelling behind the door.

What do I do? Do they even have proof? Innocent until proven guilty, if I just go with them without fighting, then I'll have a better chance. Running means I have something to hide.

I walk to the door and unlock it before opening. Hands were on me as soon as I let them through. "Hands up and get on the ground, now!"

I did as the officer asked and dropped to my knees before lying on my stomach. Two officers came in and moved to either side of me, one of them taking my arms from above my head to pull them around my back, the other patting me down to check for weapons. I heard the opening and closing of the handcuffs and felt the tightness around my wrists. "You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions, anything you say may be used against you in the court of law..."

I couldn't help but tune out the noise and turn my head to see at least five officers aiming guns at me and three others searching the room.

The officer stopped talking and the two officers flanking me, pulled me up roughly and ushered me through the door.

My heart was beating so fast, it felt like I could hear it, I was sweating as we walked to the elevator. The officers kept me between them, a group in the front and a few behind us.

I was completely surrounded.

I kept my face blank and stood up straight. It was silent besides the ding of the elevator as we dropped floors.

Finally, we reached the first floor and they escorted me out, I kept my head down as we passed people. The walk outside felt like it took years, the onlookers around us moving out of the way as we rushed through.

Once we got to a police car, the officer opened the door and pushed my head in, slamming the door shut behind me.

While the other officers were talking around the car, I took the free moment to close my eyes and breathe. Everything is fine, they don't have any proof, you're going to be alright.

I rested my head back and sighed. One of the officers got in the car, along with his partner and drove away from the hotel.

We arrived at the police department in less than ten minutes, the officers got out and opened the door to pull me out as well. Each of them holding my arm, we walked into the large building, a few people watching as we did.

They took me to a dim room with a table and three chairs. One of the men took the cuffs off of me and gave me a wary look before gesturing to the seat to sit. He left the room and it left me with only one officer.

I sat down and interlocked my hands over the table, "I will need to speak with my lawyer before I answer any of your questions."

"Of course, you can have your phone call now if you like. And while we wait, Logan, what can I get you? I'm sure a millionaire like yourself has quite the expensive taste, but I'm afraid all we have is shit coffee and water. Take your time choosing." I frowned as I looked him over.

He was a bit short and toned with slight muscle, his age clearly written in the wrinkles that marred his face, his voice was gruff and raspy as he spoke to me. He gave me a sarcastic grin before crossing his arms over his chest.

I cleared my throat before speaking, "I'll have a coffee, thank you, and I would like my phone call now."

"As you wish, your highness." He shook his head and walked out of the room, leaving me in silence.

By his tone, I began to get an inkling that maybe this guy didn't like me. Though, I couldn't for the life of me understand why? I have no recollection of ever meeting him.

Or maybe he's just an aggressively angry person.

Probably the latter.

It doesn't take him long to return, he shuts the door behind him and sets a coffee and a phone down in front of me before sitting down. He nods at it, gesturing for me to go ahead and call.

I dial the number I forced myself to remember by heart and pressed the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Jerry, I'm sorry if you're busy but I need you to come down to the police station. They have me in custody for what looks like an interrogation." I turn away and keep my voice low as I speak, although I know the officer can hear me.

"Logan? I— look, as much as I want to help you, I can't. Your father gave me explicit instructions not to assist you. I don't know what's going on between you two as of late but I don't want part in it. I can send one of my best trainees in my place. I'm sorry, kid."

I clench my jaw and squeeze my eyes shut in frustration. "Fine."

"I'm letting him know now, good luck, Logan." I put the phone down and stare at the table.

"So, Logan— is it alright to call you Logan?" He smirks and raises a brow.

I nod my head once and he continues, "Allow me to introduce myself while we wait. I'm lieutenant Davis, I'm sure you know why you're here? We got a call from a witness stating that you were involved in the murder of Yasmin Renée Krämer. Does this woman ring any bells for you?" He takes a paper out of file and slides it to me from across the table.

I keep my face blank as I stare into the blue eyes of Yasmin. No point in lying about knowing who she is, anyone could find proof of that. I decided to answer this question considering I probably know more about the law than Jerry's trainee. "I know her."

"Could you explain to me the relationship between you and Miss Krämer here?" He points a stubby finger at her picture, staring intently at me.

I meet his dark brown eyes and answer him vaguely, "she was my business partner. We worked in the same building together, we were coworkers."

He nods and pulls out another picture, sliding it over to me. "You have to know this woman, right?" The picture is of Sarah, I blinked a few times and looked back up at him.

"She's my ex-wife."

"Yes, she is, but what's interesting to me is the reason for your divorce. You two were high school sweethearts, no? All these years together and suddenly—abruptly, you split. Enlighten me." He sits back in chair and crosses his arms again.

I only stare at him, refusing to answer that question.

"No answer for that one? Too personal? Does it bring up any painful thoughts... memories?"

I still say nothing, only meeting his stare.

"They've trained you well, huh?"

"Have they trained you well?" My question has him bellowing in laughter, wheezing as he comes to a stop.

"Oh! Finally something out of the uptight Logan Carter! I like it," he bangs his hand on the table and chuckles. "You know, I think you and I are going to have a good few hours. Don't you think?"