Chris’s POV
“Chris Howard,” A pot-bellied police officer bellowed as he opened the door to the confinement.
For the last two days, I had been confined behind a caged enclosure due to my involvement with Laura.
Now that I thought of it, I wondered if she had cast a spell on me that I had helped her without thinking of the consequences that came with assisting a fugitive.
“Is Chris Howard deaf?” The policeman hollered, causing the other men in the enclosure to glare at me.
“I'm here,” I muttered, raising my hand. “Am I free to go home now?”
As if I had cracked the funniest joke on the world, the man burst into a a peal of laughter that had him holding his sides.
When he finally recovered from his laughing fit, he shook his head and tossed me a look full of disdain.
“You can come and
