Chapter 1817

"No rush," Debra said, flat. "You'll join your dad in prison soon enough."

She had given him chances, but he hadn't appreciated it. Their blood ties were done. Now she just wanted to figure out where he got those drugs.

She slid a bag of powder across the table. "Familiar?"

out? I made it. So what? I needed cash to survive after

simple, huh?" Debra smirked, killing the camera feed. "Where did you get it? The Illuminati's old stash or somewhere else?

stepped in, his shadow looming. 20 years later, Stanley still flinched at

Stanley blurted, "This is a police station. Touch me,

is off," Debra said, leaning in.

knuckles, and

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