You were a model, you lived and studied in Miami, your life is- was- great. You lost control, wiped out half a building, was arrested. Now a suspiciously young detective was sat across from you, raising a dark brow in wait of an answer… to a question you didn’t listen to.

“Kori, d’hear what I said?” He asked, “I just want to help.” His badge, pinned to his shirt pocket, wasn’t like the cop badges in Miami.