Chapter 10

Arnold was dragged into the police station, his hands bound tightly behind his back. He kept his head held high, even as Officer Jackson roughly pushed him into the interrogation room.

The door slammed shut behind them, and Officer Jackson wasted no time sitting in front of Arnold, his eyes full of malicious intent.

"You think you’re someone special, don’t you? Driving a car like that, but dressed like a beggar. Who do you think you’re fooling?" Officer Jackson asked as if he was sure about Arnold being the car thief.

Arnold met Officer Jackson’s gaze, his voice steady. "I don’t need to fool anyone. The car is mine. It was a gift."

Officer Jackson scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. "A gift? From who? Santa Claus? Or maybe you’ve conned some old sugar mommy."

Arnold’s jaw tightened, but he refused to take the bait. "My grandfather gave it to me. That’s all you need to know."

Officer Jackson laughed, a harsh sound that filled the small room. "Grandfather? Is that the best you can