Owen
“Lacoste!” the familiar voice of a police officer boomed on the hallway of the cell. “You’ve got a visitor.”
My heart pounded hard on my chest. I squinted my eyes to the grin plastered on the face of familiar man who almost got me killed the other day. After the f*****g stunt Zachary pulled to my girlfriend, someone must have tip him when I got back on the cell. I bet it was Steven Herren, Zachary’s f*****g father.
It wasn’t Angelic when I come inside the closeted room where most of the interrogation happens. A familiar stoic and wrinkled face of a man shows up in front of me. He was wearing his usual black tux and a curtain-haired style. Too bad, he doesn’t look like a sophisticated man he always put up in front of the magazines and billboards.
His tie is loose and he was hold
