Chapter 12A million thoughts cross my mind as to why Oliver is in jail, but none of them make sense. Oliver is a noble kid. He adheres to every to rule and regulation in a book. I want this to be a case of a mistaken identity, but then again I wouldn t be driving past midnight if I wasn t definite it was Oliver.
The Uber driver parks outside the central police station. I make my way towards the entrance, a potbellied middle age man disrupts my mission when he stands at door. A girl my age or two years younger; give or take appears behind him, his daughter supposedly. Evidently she isn t, when she starts to kiss him passionately.
"What are you looking at?" She barks at me.
Her and her sugar daddy walk away, at least creating way for me. The place is a buzz with arrested drunk people and
