As soon as Dustin and Natasha stepped out of the police station, the cool night air hit them.

He took his phone and made a call. "I ran into some trouble," he said. "I need a favor."

…

Gilbert and Frederick were being held inside the police station's holding area. Although their detention was temporary, they weren't placed in a standard cell.

Instead, they were assigned to a private holding room with comparatively comfortable conditions. This was an obvious courtesy afforded by the Chandler family's influence.

But the preferential treatment did nothing to cool Gilbert's rage.

"Damn it! Those blind fools actually dared to lock me up?"

He paced the room restlessly, cursing nonstop. "Once I get out, I'm killing that boy toy Rhys. Then, I'll deal with the officer who pinned me down earlier."

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He had never suffered this kind of humiliation in his life.

Frederick sat against the wall on the bed with his eyes closed. His face was d