Chapter 8: I’m not Your Father
Before we arrived at the school, the car came to a sudden halt in front of a police station. I wasn’t up for that. All I wanted to do was just get to school.
A policeman in his fifties, with epaulets on his shoulder, stepped out from behind a crowd of policemen and walked up to our window and knocked, politely. I knew something was up, but I had no idea what it could be about.
Jonathan gestured to the driver not to react as he opened the window and got out. "Officer Marcel, I see If you're not busy today, you seem to assume that I am in trouble again. Do you think I’m responsible for smuggling banned substances?" Jonathan said. That’s when I realized what it was all about.
I noticed that the expression on the officer’s face changed from one of a shock to
