Katie and her nanny, Wendy, remained behind in the hotel, while the rest headed to the police station—there to file the formal case against Nancy and negotiate with Raymond and his lawyer.
The moment Georgia and Ella finished giving their statements, the air seemed to thicken. A police officer gestured for Georgia, Nick, and Oliver to follow him down a narrow hallway. At the end, a heavy door creaked open, revealing Raymond, his lawyer, and a stern-faced older man already waiting.
Raymond's head snapped up the second they entered. He pushed back his chair so fast it scraped the floor. "Love, please... let's talk about this," he pleaded, desperation coating every word, his hands still on handcuffs.
His lawyer rose politely, extending a hand for quick, formal greetings. But Raymond's father, Jefferson Davis, remained seated, arms crossed like steel bars over his chest, eyes narrowed in cold disdain. He didn't bother to hide the slow roll of his eyes.
