"You want to handcuff him?" the police officer asked with a laugh.
"Police officers catch bad guys, and when you catch a bad guy, you have to handcuff him!" Ian Monroe said very seriously.
The corner of Evan Fairchild's mouth twitched upward. He was so completely exasperated by his own son's antics that he laughed in frustration.
He looked down at Ian Monroe. "Do you really think I'm a bad guy? Do I look like a bad guy?"
"You do." Ian Monroe nodded.
'He looks even more like one than the man they took away!'
He hadn't been afraid of the man they took away, but the man in front of him was scary.
Evan Fairchild took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil of emotions surging within him.
The car suddenly stopped. The police officer in the passenger seat got out, opened the door on Evan Fairchild's side, and said, "Sir, please hold out your hands."
Ian Monroe watched as Evan Fairchild was handcuffed, then shrank back, trying to put some distance between them.
