This voice was very familiar to me since I had heard it a lot already.
Of course the one that was standing in front of me was my grandfather and standing beside him was my grandmother.
The two of them stood there with their arms crossed and a stern look on their faces.
They looked like parents who had just caught their children doing something naughty, but that could be considered a good description of this situation since I was their grandchild.
With an awkward look on my face, I asked, "What are you two doing here?"
My grandfather gave a snort before asking, "Shouldn't I be the one asking that?"
The awkward look on my face became even more awkward and I didn't say anything in response.
Seeing this, my grandfather said, "We're here doing our jobs. Since we brought them in, naturally it's our job to interrogate them as well. So that's why we're here."