Christians Pov
As I walked out of the toilet, I saw the police officer waiting for me. "Mr. Reeves, we need to ask you some questions," he said, his tone firm but polite.
I nodded, knowing I had to cooperate. "Of course, officer. I'm happy to help."
We walked to a quiet corner of the waiting room, away from prying eyes. The officer pulled out a notebook and began to ask me questions about the events leading up to the hostage situation.
I recounted everything, from David's call to the moment I took down Andrew. The officer listened intently, his expression unreadable.
When I finished, he nodded thoughtfully. "Thank you, Mr. Reeves. Your cooperation is appreciated."
I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. It is over for now at least.
As Ashley and I stood in the waiting roo
