Brent's POV
I walked into the house. Everything was in disarray.
The buzzing of police sirens filled the air from outside, their beacon light painting every wall of the house.
I could see policemen in my house, in my f*****g house, like a crime scene.
“Can someone explain to me what the f**k is happening here?”
My voice came out raw, like it was about to rip the roof off someone's head.
“What on earth is happening in my house?”
My voice was loud enough to attract everyone in the room.
They quickly turned to me like I was mad.
The two FBI agents who had shown up a few days ago during Eli's case walked toward me. Special Agent Smith and special agent…. Whatever the other name is being called.
“Mr. Caldwell…”
I raised my hand flat against them…They quickly got the message and sto
