Jean

Derek's point of view:

As Ronnie and I got out of the car and stood before Jean, I couldn't help but wonder what was happening.

What was Jean doing here?

I could feel his intense gaze on me as I looked away.

Jean was wearing his police uniform, and he looked quite intimidating.

He glared at Ronnie and me as we stood there quietly.

Jean cocked his head to one side and asked, "What's the name, kids?"

Ronnie stuttered as she answered, "I-I'm Veronica Diamond."

Jean narrowed his eyes and then glanced at me. "Really. And you must be?"

I wanted to lie, but I knew it would do me no good.

Jean must've already recognized whom I was. "Derek Diamond," I replied.

There was silence that followed suit, and the wind whistled through the bushes in the dark night.

Finally, Jean spoke, "You've grown up. How many years has it been?"

My heart sank, and I replied, "I don't remember. It's been quite a long while. I-I'm surprised you still remember me."

"Sure," Jean said with a hard voice. "Like I'd