When he walked up the steps to the quaint little cottage, he and his partner Luke were greeted by a man in his mid-forties, tall, and quite regal-looking. He wore an expensive, dark suit with an exquisite silk tie. His eyes were full of malice, beady and dismissive, full of contempt for everyone.“There’s been a report of a disturbance here,” Luke said as they walked up the steps and reached the door where the suited man leaned against the jamb, quite casually.“Here?” he asked, and though he feigned surprise, his tone suggested he was mocking the young police officer.“Yes, here. Can we come in?”“Do you have a warrant?”“Do we need one?” Jake asked.“Well, it seems to me that if you’re asking, you’re not properly trained. Perhaps you should go back to the academy,” the smug suited guy said, looking down at his nails and studying them.This angered both cops. They had a damned job to do, why couldn’t Mr. Prick just freaking answer them?“Sir, we’d like to speak to your partner, right now,”
