Understandable, of course. It seems we never have a quiet holiday around here.

[He gestures to a nice overstuffed leather chair with a coffee table in front of it, where he sits opposite you, setting up the tablet and hooking a keyboard into it.]

Right, so, I've got the basics of the situation that you mentioned noted down - you were detained by a blonde individual with two accomplices he derogatorily referred to as "Mr. Short" and "Mr. Small".

Would you like to start from the beginning? Go into as much detail as you can, and any dates or times would be especially helpful.