Broderick got out of the car, still a little buzzed from the drinks earlier, so he had Wayne drive.
At the same time, he pulled out his phone and called Zachary Clark.
"Zach, head over to the West End Police Station right now."
"Yes, Mr. Ackerley."
Zachary was one of the top lawyers in the company's legal team.
Just in case, Broderick pressed his lips into a firm line and told Wayne, "Step on it."
Didn't she go to the Mitchell family's place?
How did she end up at a police station?
That girl... she'd better not have gotten hurt.
West End Police Station was still brightly lit.
A few guys were groaning and cussing nonstop, mouths full of filth.
A police officer calmly brewed a cup of tea, looking like he'd seen it all.
Typical rich kids, using their fami
