Irina's POV
Everyone in the meeting room sat frozen in shock.
They had to be wondering who'd have the guts to arrest both Palmer and the new municipal party secretary.
Were these people insane? They'd just pissed off two major power players at once.
"Who runs the Southridge Precinct?"
Hugo looked like his heart might burst from his chest.
Zack gulped hard and sheepishly raised his hand. The north side of the city was his territory.
"Zack? How the hell is it you?" Hugo stared at him in disbelief. As far as he knew, Zack wasn't the type to screw up this badly—the guy had a reputation for being straight-laced.
"I-I have no clue either," Zack stammered, guilt written all over his face. "Maybe my guys screwed up and made a bogus arrest."
'How do these morons manage to mess up something as simple as nabbing one girl?' Zack thought.
Right now, all Zack could do was pray his subordinates hadn't actually arrested those two big shots. If they had, he was totally screwed.
