Chapter 68

Chaos erupted outside Raeburn Police Department building.

A crowd of screaming fans had gathered. Their voices were blending into a chaotic storm of outrage, disbelief, and desperation. The sidewalks were packed, stretching down the street, signs waving in the air with bold, defiant letters.

“FREE ADRIAN BLACKWOOD!”

“THIS IS A SETUP!”

“AMN’S GOLDEN BOY WOULDN’T HURT A FLY!”

Some were crying, others were chanting his name. Many held up their phones, live-streaming the scene, demanding answers.

A young woman clutched a photo of Adrian from one of his past films, her mascara streaking as she sobbed into the camera. “This is so wrong! He’s an

actor!

Not a criminal! There’s no

proof

he was in the mafia! Where’s the evidence?!”

A reporter tried to push through the crowd, shoving a microphone toward the police officers guarding the entrance. “Sergeant! The public demands answers! Was Adrian Blackwood really involved in organ