Officer Miller rolls down his window and presses the intercom button at the gate.

“Good morning. Police officers here with a search warrant for Adam Hilton,” his voice comes out distorted through the speaker.

The gates begin to open slowly, and my heart immediately tries to climb out of my throat.

“You sure you’re ready for this?” Zara whispers from the seat next to me.

She decided to stay in the car at the last minute, saying it felt too much like “ganging up” and ...