Chapter 17

• REMY
• Another night spent in a holding cell was just another day in the life of Remy Le Roux. Another morning waking up with aches and bruises all over my body was just me being me.
• “Are you serious about getting your sister back, Le Roux?” Barry didn’t waste time tearing into me as a guard escorted him through the security door. “Are you?” The guard keyed in his code and the electronic door buzzed and we walked through the busy office. Phones were ringing, keys jingling as suspects were cuffed and uncuffed while other officers were talking behind glass cubicles, chomping on sticky donuts, and drinking coffee.