I was overseas when the detective called. “Your daughter Emily is dead. A hit-and-run. The driver was the son of a billionaire.” They said Marcus Calloway’s lawyers made everything disappear. Witnesses silenced. Evidence gone. “There’s nothing we can do.” My wife collapsed. What they didn’t know was that Emily’s uncle is Delta Force. What he did to them shook the entire state…
The call came while I was overseas, standing in the dusty heat outside a construction site in Jakarta. Detective Harris’s voice was flat, as if he’d practiced the line too many times. “I’m sorry… your daughter Emily is dead. A hit-and-run.” The world blurred. My first instinct was disbelief. Emily was the careful one.The thoughtful one. The one who looked both ways twice. But Harris continued, each word a nail: “The driver was Marcus Calloway. The son of billionaire Richard Calloway.” By the time he added, “There’s nothing we can do,” my knees had already weakened.
When I landed back in the States, my wife Claire collapsed into me. She couldn’t speak; she just shook, clutching Emily’s scarf. At the station, I demanded answers.
They showed me blurry footage, incomplete witness statements, and reports that looked deliberately altered. I didn’t need to be a detective to see the truth: the Calloways had erased everything. Witnesses had suddenly “changed their memories.” A street-camera malfunctioned.
The car supposedly “could not be located.” Marcus had vanished behind his father’s legal fortress. “We can’t pursue further without evidence,” Harris repeated. I wanted to tear the room apart. Emily deserved justice—real justice, not whatever this was.
