"What's with all of these, Rage?" I asked, almost a whisper.
He cocked his head and pursed his thin lips. Formally stand up and sneeze as if trying to get serious. My forehead furrowed, unable to read what he was thinking.
"I'm Police Officer Rage De Luca from CIDG, Miss Mongreco," he said firmly with a ghost of smile on his lips. I shook and bit my lower lip, preventing me from smiling. Because of what he said the screaming around got louder.
"I'm here to tell you that you're under arrest."
"What?"
"You heard it right, Miss Mongreco." He was now serious. But I'm sure there's no truth in what he's saying. I looked at him, confused. It was also a bit nervous because of the watching eyes.
"You're under arrest for you committed the crime of stealing."
My eyebrows arched. What does it say? Did he take drugs?
"Stealing what?"
He smirked. "Stealing my heart."
