parents, but a foreboding feeling tells me it's more likely to be his siblings coming for their pound of flesh!
Carlos goes to the door, I'm half tempted to tell him not to answer it, but there's another knock when he's halfway to the door, so I just leave him to it, with any luck with the mood he's in, he will frighten them off pretty quickly.
When he opens the door I'm sat with my back to it, opposite Blair, I see her face fall in shock, I know that last time she came into contact with Julia she ended up being pushed off a boat, but she was fine, so it seems like a bit of an overreaction; I follow her gaze, turning towards the door, only to find it's not any member of Carlos's family standing there, but instead five men dressed in police uniforms.
They are talking quietly to Carlos, but he motions for them to come in, returning to the group he explains, “The police have had a report of drugs on the property so they are going to have to do a search.”
My jaw drops to the ground as they begin routing through drawers and requesting we all stand so they can search under the sofa cushions. “Drugs?” I look at Carlos confused, but he just shrugs, not meeting my gaze, this has Marcus's scheming written all over it, he's clearly just trying to ruin our last night together by any means possible.
One of the men is in the kitchen struggling to pull the cupboards open, like I had done when I first arrived. Carlos says something in Spanish to him, moving to his side to demonstrate how to open them; the police officer smiles, but quickly replaces the expression with a straight face, but you can tell he is impressed by the technology.
A couple of them move upstairs, while the remaining two continue to search around us.
“Who is this?” one of them asks, pointing to my bags, by the door.
“Oh, they're mine” I say moving forward, he holds up his hand to tell me not to come closer and so I stop and watch him unzip my suitcase and begin to rifle through it. It's annoying to watch, knowing that I'm just going to have to re-pack once he's done as he is chucking it piece by piece out onto the floor.
I'm just turning away from him when he calls one of the others over to him, causing me to whip back round, what does he think he has found? I packed it myself this morning, so I know there is nothing illegal in there, especially not any drugs, there's not even any painkillers in there as I've used all the ones the doctor gave me for my injuries.
All eyes in the room are focused on them as cop number two bends down and retrieves a small white package from inside my suitcase. The rest happens in slow motion, the one from the kitchen moves in behind me, taking hold of my arms and pulling them behind my back, everyone is shouting and bustling around us as he secures my wrists in handcuffs. The two men who went upstairs come running back down at the sound of the commotion, I'm vaguely aware of one of the police men saying something to me, but in my disbelief I don't hear a word of it.
I shake my head and keep saying no, this can't be happening, but I'm being frog marched towards the door all the same. Blair is calling out rapidly in Spanish to them, I don't know what she's saying, but there's panic in her voice.
“It's alright Kate, we'll get this sorted out” she says to me, but all I can do is stare at her numbly, the blood draining from my face. She turns her attention back to the policemen stating her arguments against them taking me again, while John tries to block our path, causing the others to man handle him out the way. It's utter chaos, everyone is shouting and pushing, causing mayhem and no doubt making things even worse. I'm being bundled out the front door when I finally hear Carlos, I hadn't noticed him throughout all this until now and when I turn towards his voice, I see him still stood in the kitchen, frozen to the spot, “It's mine” he yells, then repeats it twice in Spanish. Everyone comes to a standstill for a moment, before one of the cops