I went with the police officers to the station. Jordan and James were also asked to come along as they were the supposed 'victims'
At the interrogation room, I sat behind a plain ash table and crossed my legs. There were two officers sitting across and observing me carefully.
"Miss, who are the two boys under your care?" The one with a mustache asked. I called him Mr Mustache.
"Why, they're my students." I answered and Mr bald head, because he's bald, scribbled on a note. Guess he was jotting down my every word.
"Are you in any other way related to them?" Mr Mustache asked and I shook my head. "Then, do you have a legal permit concerning their stay at your house?"
"Matter of fact, I...do not!" I said.
I watched as Mr bald head scribbled down a few more words.
Another police officer came in with a few files. Mr Mustache took a look at it and nodded. He handed the files back to the officer, who excused himself afterwards.
Mr Mustache turned to me.