"What?" Evander asked, looking confused.
Fiora stopped crying and stared at me warily.
I did not waste any more words. I called the police directly, then spoke in a cold, steady tone.
"She's going down to the police station for a proper interview."
Fiora's face turned pale instantly, and her voice rose to a sharp pitch.
"Isolde, what have you done?"
Evander leaned closer and asked quietly, "Has she committed a crime?"
I nodded and opened the report I had just received from my father, holding it out for him to see.
"Fiora Hawthorne, it is true that ten years ago you were sold to a remote mountain village by human traffickers... but you quickly formed an alliance with them and joined their operation of trafficking and fraud. You went from being a victim to becoming a perpetrator your
