I stood at the police station, my fists clenched at my sides, barely containing the rage that threatened to consume me. How dare they refuse to release my sister? Didn't they know who I was? Who my family was?
"I'm sorry, Mr. Scott," the officer said, not looking sorry at all. "But we have orders from higher up. Your sister isn't going anywhere."
The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. Someone powerful was working against us. But who? And why?
As I stormed out of the station, my mind raced with possibilities. Then it hit me – Natalia. She must have found a backer, someone with enough influence to make even the police bend to their will. The thought of her, rising from the ashes of her disgrace, made my blood boil.
I pulled out my phone, dialing her number with trembli
