Chapter Seventy-seven: Archer - 9:33 pm to 12 pm

"What the hell is wrong with you? Calling the cops to intercept the DEA?!" Victor Donovan growled at me as soon as he laid eyes on me.

"They are not real DEA, Mr. Donovan," the head of the precinct spoke up, and my father gave him a single glance, which silenced the older man. Paul Anderson was not a stranger to my father; he had been on his payroll since the day he joined the force. Many law enforcement officers were in his pocket, but my father preferred not to get caught, maintaining a squeaky-clean record for years.

"They are not real DEA, you say?" Victor Donovan repeated, seemingly unconvinced.

"They are, Dad. What Paul meant was that they weren't working for the government in this case. They came after Adele, and planted coke in the car, but it is my car. I am responsible," I explained, trying to clarify the situation.

"Who are they? Who are they working for?" He asked, his expression intense.

"They go by the name 'Agent X.' I will handle it, Dad," I said, holding his gaze.

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