Mrs. Lacy answered the call almost immediately.
“Auntie, I’ve already made the call,” Jason Zane said from the other end. “Has Uncle been released?”
The moment she heard his voice again, her expression softened completely. The sharpness in her eyes vanished, replaced by a radiant smile that bordered on indulgent pride.
“He’s out, he’s out,” she said warmly. “Ah, Jason, you really are capable. One call straight to Mr. Rhys—that’s real influence.”
There was a brief pause.
“Mr. Rhys?” Jason Zane sounded momentarily surprised. Then he clarified calmly, “Auntie, there’s been a misunderstanding. The person I contacted was Police Chief Larter.”
“Police Chief… Larter?” Mrs. Lacy froze.
“That would be me,” the Police Department director beside her said, clearing his throat.
Her brows knitte
