I don’t even notice the flashing lights until I’m being pulled off of Theo; for a second, I think it might be one of his friends coming to his rescue, but I’m shoved down, hard, face-first into the grass with what is unmistakably a knee planted between my shoulder blades. I try to push up, but my arms are twisted behind my back and there is a sharp pain across my wrist as handcuffs are clicked into place. The police.
LIBERENLO!!!! HE DID NOTHING WRONG!!!
