JONATHAN'S POV
I entered the police station and greeted the officers on duty. Not to exaggerate, but I knew every single officer that had worked in this branch for the past three years or less. It wasn't a surprise, though; I had become a regular face that everyone around knew, with how often I visited.
"Hey, man." I greeted Fred, one of the officers on duty that evening and the officer who had been in charge of Ethan's death, and he looked up in surprise, having been bent down to a case file. He quickly closed the file and stood up.
"Hey, man. How are you doing? Business booming as always?" He asked, shaking my hand, and I laughed and sat in an empty chair in front of his desk. He sat down, and I saw the nervous glance he tried to hide.
"Of course. You know me. Anything new for me?" I asked, ignoring the nerves; all police officers had every reason to be nervous, and he shook his head.
