On Sunday morning at 8:00am, the Agarwal's doorbell rings while everyone is still asleep. The bell rings eighth times and no one answers. The doorbell's ring turns into a hard knock. "Who on earth this could be at this time of morning?" Abe asked himself getting out of bed, while his wife is still asleep. He went up to the door and unlocks it, and opens it. "Can I help you?" Abe asked.
"Yes you can, we would like to speak with Trenti Agarwal," A black detective asked.
"Trenti? What do you want with Trenti?" Abe asked curiously.
"We just want to ask him some questions regarding a missing dead body reported in this area," he informed.
"A dead body? What? What the hell is going on? And I think you have the wrong house because my son is not trouble," Abe said.
"Oh we have the right house, and the right suspect," he said.
"SUSPECT?" Abe shouted.
"Just please get your son out here, we need to talk to him," he said.
"What is all the noise?" Khara asked yarning.
"These detectives want to talk to Trenti," Abe informed.
"About what?" She asked.
"Please get your son," said detective.
Seconds later Khara wakes up Trenti, and he ambles to the door.
"Trenti right?" Said detective.
"Yeah, what's going on?" He asked.
"You are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, one will be provided for you...." The detective handcuffs Trenti.
"NOO HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING, NOOOOOOO, THAT'S OUR BABY, BRING HIM BACK, PLEASE, OH GOD, TRENTI IT'S OKAY, WE WILL GET YOU A GOOD LAWYER," his mother yelled out crying.
"Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?" Asked detective.
"What did I do?" He asked.
"You are under arrest for the Murder In The First Degree of Michael Baker, and for the deliberate disappearance of Michael Baker. Do you understand these rights?" Asked detective.
"Yes," Trenti said. "So Rob did it. He got me good. I am going to jail for the rest of my life. No more family, no more going back to India, no more eating Indian foods, no more sibling fun, no more vacations, no money, no school, my life is over," he thought to himself.
Author Ciara Webb
Story written by Ciara Webb
Co-author Mansi Rupesh More
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