Roland’s eyes narrowed, searching the boy’s face intensely as he waited for an explanation.
“Go on,” Roland said. “Tell us how you got the bag.”
Jimmy's eyes glistening with tears and remorse, he looked at Roland. “It was given to me by some group of assassins,” he explained. “Earlier this morning, around five O’clock, some really bad people broke into our house. They broke through our house security and threatened to kill my Dad, mom, and Jake. They said they had guns pointing to their heads and threatened to kill them if we didn’t do what they wanted.”
Lauren held the frown on her face, staring straight at the boy, eyes edged with a mix of disbelief and grief.
“Did you see the face of any of them,” Roland asked, chest tightening. “Can you describe them to me?”
“Roland,” Jason chime
