𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐲 || 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐲

63

Chapter: 63

'FBI!' the man said while holding his badge in the air.

What the hell?!...

I first didn't know what to do, but quickly realized that I needed to let him in.

'Come in,' I said nervously and closed the door behind the man in the suit.

I walked to the staircase and called for Jas.

'JAS, come downstairs please, the FBI is here,' I said while my voice cracked.

It took her a couple of minutes to come downstairs.

'What's going on here?' she asked confused.

'I have no idea,' I said with a concerned look on my face.

We turned to the FBI agent again and waited for him to speak up.

'There has been a report about a character who has thrown unwanted materials against the window of a house,' he said while reading of a notepad.

'We got this address attached to the incident. A person who witnessed the incident told us something about the possible perpetrator who looked like a boy around your age,...' he looked at us while talking and sometimes peaked at his notepad.

My hands started sweating a bit.

When I looked over at Jasmine, I saw that she was concerned as well.

It took the agent a moment to speak up again.

'Sooo,-' he started as he moved his pencil over the paper.

'Is your name Daniel Seavey?' he now said and a chunk formed in my throat.

'Y-yes sir, I'm Daniel Seavey,' I responded nervously.

It wasn't that bad right?

I only wanted to get Jas her attention with throwing the stones, I always see it in movies anyways, but now the FBI is here?

'Don't worry, I'm only here to ask you a couple of questions,' he said on a calm tone.

We made our way to the couch and the both of us plus the agent sat down.

'Let's just begin with the hearing,' he started.

I nodded.

'First of all, answers these questions honestly, cause if you will lie, we as the FBI will find out eventually and you will only work yourself in a worse position. Everything you say can be used against you,' he added.

Where the hell is this going to?

'Okay sir, I will,' I answered shortly.

'What was the reason why you threw these unwanted objects towards this specific window in the middle of the night, Mr Seavey?' he asked while looking at me.

'Well, I actually wanted to throw these little stones to the window next to this one,-'

I started my sentence while using my hand to portray the scene.