Samuel’s P.O.V
The bright light being directed right into my eyes, annoyed the hell out of me.
Since my arrival at the station, I had been a hundred percent co-operative.
And yet, the two idiots who brought me in, still seemed intent on playing Sherlock Holmes.
“When last did you see Craig?” They asked again, beginning the same series of questions- for the fifth time.
“When he came home from school, a couple of days ago.” I shrugged. Trying to play it cool, despite my internal fuming.
“I was with my girlfriend when he returned in the afternoon. And he informed both of us that he was going out for a run.”
“Was jogging a hobby of his, then?” The next question came.
“Lately, yes.” I nodded.
“What do you mean lately?” He inquired, feigning indifference on his face.
For he had stum
