“Literally saved by the bell,” he says. “The last thing I want to hear is you lecturing me on…” He opens the door and trails off. We both take in the small group of people gathered on our porch. Their jackets read FBI. A knot forms in my stomach, and even though I don’t know what they’re doing here, it can’t be good. “Edward Barnes,” says the man standing in the front, flashing his badge. “You’re under arrest.”
AMEEEN CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP! Bye loser
