His department, frustrated with his unexplained absence, had grown impatient. Unable to fire him due to the strict employment regulations, they reported him to the police in a fit of anger.
Although I had expected this, my heart still skipped a beat the moment the police knocked on my door.
Two officers stood at the entrance. One older, with a calm demeanor and the other younger, his face full of eagerness. The older officer introduced himself as Officer Collins, while the younger one was Officer Kirk.
They flashed their badges and Officer Collins said, "Aren't you going to invite us in?"
I quickly opened the door wide. "Of course, come in. I’m sorry, the place is a bit messy."
Officer Collins said nothing, his eyes scanning the room. He moved with slow precision, every corner falling under his sharp gaze.
I stood by the door, fists clenched, unsure of what to do with my hands.
Officer Kirk broke the silence, his voice light but tinged with judgment. “Sir, this Charlie Lowe must be a scumbag. He probably ran off with his mistress.”