CLAYTON POINT OF VIEW.

I walked straight to a police officer who immediately recognized me as Clayton Rocco, the billionaire. He told me that Trent was in a cell.

"I want him out," I barked.

"But, sir, w-we can't just do that," he said timidly, "I mean his crime was..."

"Shut the fuck up, and release my friend," I said, giving him a nudge on the shoulder.

He scurried away like a frightened mouse, obviously to report to a superior, and I sat down gently, satisfied, because that was what I ...