(Alexander’s POV)
The Uber drops me back at the precinct just as the sun's setting. Golden light spills across the building, making it look almost beautiful.
But there's nothing beautiful about what's happening inside.
I push through the doors, past the same desk officer from earlier.
"Mr. Stanley—" he starts.
"I need to speak to whoever's in charge."
"Sir, I already told you—"
"I know what you told me." I force myself to sound calm. Reasonable. "But my mother has a heart condition. And Vivienne—Ms. Hartwell—is three months pregnant. Surely there's some exception—"
"There's no exception."
I spin around. The same female detective from earlier.
"Please." The word tastes like ash. I’ve never humbled myself in front of anyone before, let alone use the word please. If I ever catch the
