Michael
I sat there in the unmarked police van, and on multiple monitors they showed the warehouse from different angles. Detective Sarah Chen was seated beside me in the back wearing a headset, communicating with her team. I wasn't supposed to be here. But hours ago, I’d made a decision that would change everything.
I'd called the police.
Against all advice, against Betty’s plan, against my father’s plan, I had called directly to Detective Chen and confessed. About the meeting, about Duke’s threats, about the deadline of seventy hours. I'd provided all the evidence. Sarah Mitchell’s testimony, the investigator’s report, the video Duke had.
“You know this could end badly,” Detective Chen had said when I called. “If Duke knows the police are involved, then he can release those videos ri
