Nobody’s coming to our rescue. They couldn’t, even if they wanted to. And the car sitting in our driveway, the uniform he’s wearing, the gold badge pinned to his chest, they’re all reminders of that. Because my uncle isn’t just a drunk, abusive asshole. He’s also a cop. But not just any cop, he’s the Chief of Leighton Bay PD. He’s at the top of the food chain, and not one single person in this town would dare cross him.
