Ciara's POV
The sour-faced officer gestured, his hand in his pocket, his crew cut, hiding the fact that his hair was beginning to go gray and he was already balding so fast. The second officer stood at the door, a Chinese man, his eyes scanning the room and staring at me with caution simultaneously.
"Yes, officer Thomas. He is the one."
"Come on, pal."
I struggled at first, but I was overpowered in seconds. I was too shocked to speak and for a moment, it seemed my body was floating and I was viewing everything that was happening from a distance. That was until the handcuffs were clamped on my wrists, my back to the wall.
"What is the meaning of this, officer? I know my rights and I know you are arresting me unlawfully."
"You're going to be held for questioning, Mr Raven
