Chapter 37

At the night after Lewis’s meeting with the chief police.

In the cold, bleak confines of a temporary cell, Christopher's son, Chris, and his friends huddled together, fear etched on their faces. The sudden arrival of two policemen broke the tense silence. “Sorry, but we need to clean this cell. You’ll be moved for tonight,” one said.

Herded like cattle, Chris and his companions were relocated to a larger, more menacing cell. It was a den of danger; 20 burly inmates with menacing tattoos eyed the newcomers with predatory interest. Their pallor turned ghostly as they took in their new surroundings.

A clandestine exchange of money between a police officer and a prisoner caught Chris's attention. The prisoner, a mere courier, quickly handed the money to the cell's kingpin, a bald, tattooed figure who listened intently to the whispered message and chuckled ominously.

"So, you're the new blood," the boss sneered, his gaze piercing through Chris and his friends. "Assaulting 25 girls, drug of
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