Chapter 50 What The Hell Am I Doing With Dad's Friend?

• The police officer looks at me before crossing his arms, I see him pull his swivel chair that is right next to his desk. He sits down, types something on his computer and then looks at me again. He touches the bridge of his nose and furrows his brows. I exhale the frustration that all of this brings me. It's almost four in the afternoon and the heat in Barcelona is unbearable. I fan my face a little to continue fighting with the idiot in front of me.
• -Excuse me...”I visualize the inspector as I hear his voice”Who do you want to call?”I roll my eyes. I settle into my seat and cross my legs”The best case scenario is to call one of your parents or a legal guardian. Could you show me your identification?
• I hit the table forcefully”I told you I'm going to call Sergei Russo, I already gave his contact number. And you keep insisting on calling my father? What are your intentions with me? Do you want to know if I'm unprotected?” the old man looks at me with a stern face”Call the person I requested...”I push the chair back to sit down with annoyance. Liam claps a couple of times and I try to control myself from ending up breaking his nose.