"So, Mr. Warren, why don't you turn around and head back where you came from?" Elon said dismissively.

Donald chuckled inwardly, mocking, 'If it weren't for your family name, you'd be nothing. You're playing with fire going up against Mr. Lloyd. You'll end up just like Winston.'

Nonetheless, he kept his tone polite. "You're absolutely right, Mr. Golding. A small-town police commissioner like me is hardly worth your attention. I'm just a nobody, right?"

He paused, then added, "But if you could just tell me where Ms. Aicker is being held, I can bring Mr. Thatcher into this to handle the matter properly."

Elon's expression darkened. "Are you threatening me with Mark? Get out of here. I don't know anything about this Francesca person. You're wasting your time."

Donald kept his smile plastered on his face. "If you insist, Mr. Golding, then my team and I will have to conduct a search. If we find any evidence, I'm afraid we'll have to hold you accountable."

Kenny waved his hand im