In Custody Novels & Stories

Katerina voices her confusion, "she wouldn't just come back like this without a reason. Someone, or something.. An event or occasion?" Kaden nods beside her, "that's what I was thinking." "Is she in custody?" Kat asks, turning to me. I bite my lip.. What is she getting at? If Kat thinks for one second she will be left alone with that woman, she can think again! "She is in custody yes. A guarded silver barred cell." I explain, hoping she wants to ensure her safety. That's not the look that crosses her face or features; her shoulders become stiff, and her face tautens, "I want to see her. I want to know why she's here."

"Twice, by my count. The first time I was on skates and the second time I was tied to a chair." "The second time had nothing to do with her." "Are you sure about that?" He looked at his coffee. "Pierce." I leaned forward slightly. "She is in custody because she belongs in custody. What she did was not a mistake or a bad decision or a moment of poor judgment. It was planned. Multiple times. Against multiple people." I kept my voice even. "I am not writing a letter. I am not making a call. I am not doing anything to help her get out of that building any faster than the legal process allows."

"Humphrey? What is it?" He still had that respectful, mild-mannered look as he stood before me. "Luna Trista, these officers are here for you." One of the officers stepped forward, pulling out a detention order and reciting my name with clinical detachment. "Trista Holmes, after a preliminary investigation, you are a suspect in the theft of corporate trade secrets, resulting in significant financial loss to the firm. You are being taken into criminal custody. Please cooperate and come with us." My brain went numb. It was like my ears were underwater, like someone had just shoved me into a frozen lake.

“Yes… I understand… No, I’m not asking for favors. I’m asking for confirmation.” Silence. Then Matthew’s jaw tightened slightly. “Both are currently serving their full terms?” Another pause. “Yes. No transfers?” He nodded slowly. “No hospital stays. No work release. No external privileges?” His grip on the phone tightened. “I see.” Then quietly, “Thank you. Keep me informed if anything changes.” He ended the call. The silence afterward was deafening. All eyes were on him. “Well?” Nathan asked. Matthew exhaled slowly. “They’re both still in custody,” he said. “Serving their terms. No unusual activity. No medical leaves. No transfers. No outside work programs.”

Justin opposes firmly. Judge Bruce looks slowly between them, a discerning look in his eyes. “The accused will be moved from custody and placed under house arrest with two guards stationed to make sure she never leaves the house,” he says, slams his gavel and stands up, leaving the courtroom. Justin sneers at Kelvin. “I’ll see you in three weeks– Costner.” “I look forward to it pal,” Kelvin replies smugly, “it’ll be just like old times, me kicking your lame ass.”

“Keep me safe from whoever’s after me?” Rivera was quiet for a moment, considering. Then she nodded. “We’ll put you in protective custody while we investigate. But I need to be clear—you’re not free to leave. Until we determine who you are and what your involvement was in these criminal enterprises, you’re a material witness at minimum, possibly a suspect.” “So I’m under arrest?” “Not arrested. Detained for your own safety and for investigative purposes.” She gestured to two agents. “Take him to holding. Make sure he’s comfortable.”

Gosh, what was she going to do now? Just then, her thoughts were interrupted as the sound of her ringtone pierced into her ears. Alison quickly reached for the device and answered the call swiftly, seeing the caller ID was her aide. "What do you have?" Alison asked eagerly, her nerves unraveling as she awaited her response. "They're currently in custody at Puwak's state penitentiary, ma'am."

"Did you lose the weapons you stole?" Took. I took them but I move my head. "It was confiscated." She rolls her eyes. "Of Course Dummy." "You are wanted for two murders," she says and folds her arms. "Damn, you are cold." I walk to the stool and settle on it. "I told you, that was in defence and he is the only one I ever did anything to." I wish it was not just him. I wish I had killed Uncle Joel. She begins to unbolt the door and I hope it takes forever because I'm not ready for her to leave yet.

“Knox—” “Cut off the custody transfer. I’m in charge of him now.” I straighten up, feeling something cold and certain settle into place in my chest. “Gale Crawford stays at this location under my personal supervision. When we leave Anchorage, he gets transferred directly to a maximum security facility in North America. I want him under my eye where I can monitor every breath he takes and watch him rot for the rest of his miserable fucking life.” Nathaniel’s jaw tightens. “That’s holding him illegally hostage. You’re going rogue, Knox. We’ve already done so much damage last night, and now you want to add unlawful imprisonment to the list?”

"Josephine mentioned the security company at the gallery. It’s Vanguard, isn't it? Ashford's firm." "He owns the whole grid, Ines," Aurora said, her fingers digging into the edge of the napkin. "I walked into the gallery thinking I was taking a step toward my own life, only to realize he was watching me through the ceiling tiles. He filed a formal custody petition this morning, too. He’s closing the cage from every angle—the courts, my career, my home."