key from his pocket, and unlocked the cuff around my right wrist.
The metal fell away with a dull clank.
“You’re free to go, Maya,” Vance said quietly, rising from his chair. “An officer will take you back to your car, and I’ll personally make sure your arrest record is cleared before sunrise.”
I picked up my phone, watching the live footage of my sister being dragged out of the house by her hair.
Then I slipped it into my coat pocket.
“Thank you, Detective,” I said.
I walked out
