57.Chapter 57

Thirty minutes later, a glossy black Rolls-Royce glided to a stop at the police station's steps.

Out stepped Desmond, his face looking a bit drained and tired, with an IV mark visible on the back of his hand. The chauffeur moved to assist him, but Desmond waved him off with a stubborn flick of his hand.

Two lawyers, sharp in their suits, were on Desmond's heels as they entered. Every head in the p