Chapter Twenty Nine: End of The Road

Noah I barged out of the police station, feeling pissed. I had only wasted time and money by coming here. I had trusted them, and they had let down my trust, as well as the respect I had for them. The Lawrences had every sector in their control, I guessed. Even the police were under their influence. "Not the media though." I was willing to take this to the very end. I might not be rich, but I had a few connections myself. I brought out my phone and texted my reporter friend. Noah: Morning, Vicky. Are you available? Let's meet and talk. I stared at the screen, waiting for her response, but she only replied five minutes later. Vicky: Morning, Noah. What's it about? I'm curious to know. I twitched my mouth. "You're curious to know if it's worth your time to meet with me?" I tsked. Even my classmates looked down on me. Everyone looked down on me because I wasn't rich. Noah: Can you help me with it or not? Vicky: What exactly do you need my help for? I typed a response im