Chapter 1627

When more people had arrived, Wrisley could not help but be surprised. He thought perhaps Jervey was not entirely confident in him and had called for backup. Still, he did not rush to cuff Matthew. Instead, he stood there, waiting. Not long after, the sharp sound of brakes filled the air as a row of police cars lined up neatly. One of the doors swung open, and a man in uniform stepped out. Wrisley's gaze landed on the badge on the man's shoulder, and his heart clenched. This was a big shot—there was no way Matthew or Rooney could have called someone of this rank. Even if they got on their knees and begged, this man would not spare them a glance. Even Wrisley himself had no chance of ever getting close to someone like him. There was only one explanation—Jervey had made the call. He was the only one with that kind of influence. Running through his memory of officers who had reached this rank, Wrisley quickly made a match—Kris Fisher. He thought it had to be him. Unfortunately, h