Chapter 34

• Eric
• Ten minutes later, I was brought to a police station. A lot of the cops knew who I was and I could tell that as they stared on. Here I was, the Eric Connall, being taken to the shop. I was untouchable, merciless, and a cut throat killer. And yet they were scared. They were scared that I wasn't the least bit worried.
• I sighed and stretched my arms while sitting in the interrogation room. I sat comfortably on the steel chair with one foot across the other on top of the table. I folded my arms across my chest, then I glanced at the two way mirror on the wall and refrained from waving at it.