8: Aiden

"I am detective Jack Roderick. There are some few questions I would like to ask you, if you don't mind." The detective said quietly in a calm manner, with his facial expression indiscernible. Exactly not how I had expect it to be. Because the cops who had interrogated me before I moved in Galveston, generally had their faces stone cold. In the same professional manner, to make thieves scared. But this one seem quite different.

"What exactly do you want to know." I questioned in a dull spiritless tone, maintaining eye contact with him. I was at the station, after being caught, handcuffed and shoved into the cop's car like a thief. And currently, I was in the detective's office. When they first took me in, he had taken one good look at me, and told someone to unbind my hands from the handcuffs.

"Firstly, your name." He responded solemnly, staring at me with caution.

"Aiden. Aiden Wyatt." I provided after few moments of silen