A million thoughts cross my mind as to why Oliver is in jail, but none of them makes sense. Oliver is a noble kid. He adheres to every to rule and regulation in a book. I want this to be a case of mistaken identity, but then again I wouldn't be driving past midnight if I wasn't definite it was Oliver.

The Uber driver parks outside the central police station. I make my way towards the entrance, a potbellied middle-aged man disrupts my mission when he stands at the door. A girl my age or two years younger; give or take appears behind him, his daughter supposedly. Well, she isn't...