Ezekiel’s face went completely pale, sweat beading across his forehead like drops of water.
He was still clinging to a sliver of hope, but before he could even speak, the police grabbed him firmly and dragged him out into the open.
"You are under arrest."
Evan’s jaw dropped. He rushed forward immediately, shouting, "Officers, you’ve got the wrong person! What did my dad even do to deserve to be arrested?"
The rest of Ezekiel’s relatives instantly panicked.
"That’s right, officer! Ezekiel is a good man; you definitely got the wrong person!"
The officer frowned at them and issued a sharp warning.
"Ezekiel is a suspect in a k********g case. If you have questions, you can ask at the station."
The words hung in the air, and every face in the crowd froze.
Evan
