#Chapter 285: Water Currents

Hannah The prison van was already waiting outside by the time Marcus realized that he had been wholly, truly, trapped. “Did you really think that no one here would record your evil villain speech, Dad?” Noah said, clapping his hand on his father’s shoulder. “I thought you were smarter than that.” Marcus didn’t respond. He just hung his head and grumbled something about wanting a lawyer, but it was no use. Emily, the illustrious journalist who had produced our documentary over the past year and a half, had just captured her final encore. Not even a man like Marcus could talk his way out of that one. “This is going to make an amazing final episode,” Emily mused as she watched the footage on her phone. “Thanks for these glasses. They really came in handy.” I offered her a smile. “Keep them. You never know when you’ll need a hidden camera.” At that, I glanced over at Zoe, who was as pale as death. Taking a deep breath, I walked over to her. She didn’t lo