Chapter 1327:
“Deandre Owen, correct?” the older officer said, clearing his throat. “Do you have any idea how serious the injuries you caused are? Both of that man’s hands are fractured, three ribs are broken, and he’s lost two teeth. If the report confirms serious harm, you’ll be facing significant legal consequences. Do you understand?”
Deandre said nothing.
The older officer’s expression hardened. “Hey! What kind of attitude is that? Are you ignoring me? Answer the question!”
Deandre finally spoke, his voice low and controlled. “Before your superior arrives, you might want to watch your tone.”
The older officer let out a sharp snort and raised his baton. “You think you can talk to me like that?” The baton came down across Deandre’s hand, leaving a red mark. Deandre’s brows drew together, his eyes locking onto the officer with a cold, burning intensity.
“What are you staring at? Answer my questions!” the officer snapped.
Deandre held his gaze for a long moment, then slowly began to respond.
Just as the interrogation was getting underway, Melany noticed a middle-aged man walk into the station. Every officer on duty immediately rose to their feet, greeting him respectfully as he passed.
The man pushed open the interrogation room door. The moment he saw Deandre sitting inside, his expression shifted visibly.
𝗤𝗎𝘢𝗹𝗂𝘁y 𝗍ra𝗇𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘁𝗂𝗼𝗇ѕ o𝘯 𝘨𝘢l𝗇o𝘷𝗲𝗹𝘀.𝗰𝗼𝗺
“Who gave the order for this arrest?” he demanded sharply.
The two officers exchanged a quick glance before one stepped forward to report. “Sir, this individual is being charged with deliberate assault. The victim sustained two broken hands and three fractured ribs, and legal counsel has already been retained on their behalf.”
“Enough!” The police chief silenced them with a sharp glare, then turned back toward Deandre, his expression shifting almost instantly into something far more conciliatory. “Mr. Owen, this is simply a misunderstanding. They weren’t fully aware of the situation. Please don’t take offense.”
Deandre gave him a brief, unreadable glance—calm and entirely detached—while beads of sweat formed quietly on the police chief’s forehead under the weight of that silence.
The chief moved forward quickly, his hands slightly unsteady as he worked the cuffs open. “I’ll arrange for someone to escort you out immediately. This matter will be handled with the utmost seriousness. The individual who filed the complaint, along with Carlos Hilton, will not escape accountability.”
Deandre flexed his wrists once they were free, then rose to his feet in a slow, controlled motion.
He paused just short of the doorway, as though weighing his next words.
“Chief,” he said, his tone unhurried and even.
The police chief stepped closer at once. “Please—go ahead,” he urged.
Deandre raised his visibly bruised and swollen hand slightly. “Your officers used excessive force.” His gaze moved briefly to the older officer.
The moment the chief registered the condition of Deandre’s hand, his expression stiffened, and an immediate, uneasy tension spread through the room.
“I sincerely apologize,” the chief said quickly, his voice filled with genuine alarm. “I will personally handle this and ensure you receive a proper explanation.”
The officers watched their superior’s reaction, their own discomfort rising steadily as the gravity of the situation became clear.
The moment Deandre opened the door and stepped out, the fragile tension in the room snapped.
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