Chapter 129

Fred's POV

"Honestly, I don't even know why the fuck I invent to ask for help from any of you! "Med Maddie shouted, even before Becca and I passed through the door of the little room where she was being kept to have testimony collected. The police station was in full uproar, and they were even more when they saw me entering through the door with a fleet of security guards. "I've been calling since early in the morning, when I was entitled to a phone call. I've just been calling for hours and no one answers me. Everyone refuses, everyone drops it in the fucking mailbox, and no one helps me! I'm being kept in this horrible place, and you guys are playing house.”

"Maddie, keep calm," I asked in a harsh tone, because Becca shrank when she saw Maddie in that state. She wasn't used to my sister's new personality type, which looked like a caged Pitbull most of the time. "If you keep screaming like that, Detective Stuart won't allow this conversation.”

Madeleine laughed ou