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."

Hargrove was a compact man in his fifties with the face of someone who had managed long hours for a long time. "Patricia Lorne is in custody," he said. "The male at your rear is a man named Shane Connelly — on record in Greater Manchester for aggravated burglary. He was hired, not a principle. We'll know who paid him inside the hour." A pause. "We've also contacted the Glasgow facility. Victoria Brennan is in a secured room pending formal review of her discharge status. That process begins tomorrow morning." "And Catherine?"

If we deal with them when they are like this, we can prevent them from getting worse. Let alone we could prevent the spread of the infection. From the information I had on the facility, I knew they had a confinement cell that could hold hundreds of rogues. Technically, they had a couple of them. Under the basement, was a lower level that was designed specifically for containing rogues. “How many rogues do you have in custody currently?” I asked as an idea began to form in my head. “I think about ten or so right now.” He shrugged, then clicked on his keyboard a few times.

Warren, standing next to Fitz, gave me a sideways glance. Fitz waved his hand dismissively, “Standard protocol. They’re in the custody of Child Protective Services until we can determine the safety of their environment when both parents are detained.” CPS was protocol, sure, but these weren’t just kids pulled from a bad neighborhood or a random bust. These were children ripped from the heart of a criminal empire, and some of them had no idea the world they’d been born into. I forced myself to keep my voice detached, “What about the infants?”

Grace said. "No. But the system checks for custodial status, not conviction status specifically. When he was transferred back to federal custody after Aldermoor—" Diaz paused. "Cole thinks the transfer may have triggered the check. We don't know. We're working on the assumption that we have until six AM and that we may not have until six AM simultaneously." "Work faster," Grace said. She ended the call. --- She looked at Aiden. He turned from the window. "You heard," she said.

A man grabbed me from behind, and others moved toward Liam. "Get out!" I yelled at him. He only paused for a second, before he nodded and took off out the side door. It was already too late for me, but he didn't need this on his record when he went to petition for custody of Bri. The clicking of the metal cuffs being placed on my wrists sent a moment of fear and panic through me. I was dragged to the main part of the warehouse, where I saw others on their knees in a line, cuffed. The man next to me looked livid.

Then Valez's voice cuts through the same channel. "Out of service rooms remain within review scope." Sami lowers his hands. "I hate her." "Join the queue," Sarah says. I look at the fish box. The baby sleeps. The custody word keeps walking around the room, touching everything. Custody of lane anomaly. Custody of dependent support indicator. Custody of whatever name they would invent before letting me say his. "No," I say. No one asks to what. Good. I say it again anyway.

“The arrest warrants for Otávio, Isabela, and Sabrina have just been issued.” Arthur straightened in his wheelchair, eyes fixed on the screen. Zoe, seated beside him, instinctively held her breath. Thor adjusted himself in the chair, while Otto leaned slightly forward. “And Sabrina?” Otto asked. “She’s still in the maternity ward.” Álvaro nodded. “Yes. In her case, she’ll remain under custody at the hospital. There will be police stationed at her door until she’s medically discharged. Once released by the doctors, she’ll be taken directly to prison.”

“Emery would laugh at me right now if he sees both of us sitting down together.” He nodded. “I know. Emery was pretty protective of you.” “Yeah… I’m not that special. He did it for everyone he liked.” “Oh, come on, don’t say that. You’re married to this new guy, Julian, right?” I nodded as he went on. “I heard he’s in cell… prison, jail? I don’t really know the difference between the three of them these days.” “He’s in police custody.” “Ah, yes.” He laughed a bit. “So, what did he do?”

"Even if there wasn't enough room to contain all the criminals, couldn't they have gotten a better space for me to stay in?" "Why am I stuck with these bullies? How long can I survive here? And if it's so bad in police custody, how would my time in the main prison be? Oh God, I'm scared," Dustin lamented. "I asked you a question!" his inmate, called Festus, snapped. "Err...I'm here for poisoning someone, but I swear that I didn't do it." "Keep quiet," Festus shunned him, a smirk playing on his lips. "That's what all of us say but we know we're guilty. The guilty ones are always men with handsome faces like yours."