In Custody Novels & Stories

"Not council custody. Mine." I looked at him. "Handing them to council custody means handing them to Aldren's access," he said. "Aldren's access means a communication to Veda's office within the hour. I am not prepared to do that." He paused. "The provisional oversight mandate does not specifically govern security custody taken within the territory's own facility by the territory's own security personnel. It is legally ambiguous." "You are going to operate in the ambiguity." "Yes." I nodded once. The kitchen in the secured wing was the room we ended up in.

“Now they start digging. Your past. Your messages. Everything.” Kai felt cold all over. Old memories rushed back. “They’ll find things,” he said softly. Ethan squeezed his hand. “Nothing you went through makes you weak.” The lawyer looked at her phone again. “There’s more.” Ethan’s voice hardened. “Say it.” “They’re trying to detain you,” she said to Kai. “As a hostile witness.” Kai stared at her. “Detain me?” “Temporarily,” she said. “They’ll call it protective custody.”

After receiving basic treatment, I went with the police to the station. I wanted to witness the couple pay for their actions with my own eyes. Even at the station, Tawnie remained defiant, hurling curses at me and wishing I’d die. The officer slammed the medical report on the desk and snapped, “Mr. Grant’s injuries meet the threshold for criminal sentencing! “And given your deplorable attitude of refusal to admit guilt, we can impose a heavier sentence!” At these words, Tawnie flushed red, as if she’d been choked. As for violating hospital regulations and causing a patient’s death, she was even more uncooperative.

“She's a patient at a facility called Magnolia Woods. They said she is stable, but I couldn't get any further information. I'm working on accessing their database. The staff refused to allow Alex access to her mother. "Alex was right to assume it was Mr. Fitzgerald’s doing. He was there. I spoke with him briefly. He refused to do more than that. He made it clear that Alex wouldn’t be allowed in unless through him. I was about to explain that all to her when he came out of the facility. She didn’t listen—” “And you...?" I interrupted.

My eyes remained fixed on the global data streams, my expression an absolute zero of unbothered detachment. "Finn has been released from his state-issued custody block," Knox stated flatly, his jaw tightening into a rugged, lethal slant as his grip on my shoulder tightened possessively. "The facility wardens logged his discharge at eight o'clock this morning. He has not checked into a secondary regional rehabilitation center, nor has he filed for a municipal work voucher." "He is not seeking a work voucher, Knox," I murmured smoothly, my voice cutting through the quiet suite with an icy, devastating clarity. "An entitlement like Finn’s does not simply disappear because he has spent years cle

’’ I try to lock myself back in the prison cell, but Alaric seems hell-bent on taking me out. ‘’Only criminals and the likes are meant to be behind bars. Suspects are just to be held in custody until proven innocent according to the laws of human society. Am I right, Selena?’’ He asks lightly, not even putting my struggle in his eyes. ‘’....Yes.’’ I hesitantly reply, understanding what Alaric was trying to portray. ‘’Then, you must leave this filthy prison.’’

I asked. He looked at me, really looked at me. “I almost lost you.” “But you didn’t.” His hand came up to cradle my face. “No,” he agreed. “I didn’t.” Outside, the last of the police cars pulled away. The house was secured again, hopefully, stronger this time. Ethan stepped in briefly. “He’s in custody. No bail tonight.” Relief washed through me slowly. “He won’t get out,” Alex said. It wasn’t hope. It was a certainty. When we were finally alone, Alex guided me upstairs. The bedroom felt different now.

The city blurred past in wet stone and dark trees. Daniel did not press further. That should have relieved Leah. Instead, it made the ache worse. Elaine opened another route screen. “The package is not marked delivered yet. It is in transfer status. The new instruction came from the same authorized client layer, but this time the system labels the change as medical custody redirection.” “Meaning?” Daniel asked. “Meaning someone classified the package as belonging under medical-record custody rather than legal custody.” Daniel’s jaw tightened. “That gives them a shield.”

“The council holds authority to initiate temporary protective custody under threat protocol.” Protective custody, for my wife. The silence after that was absolute. I rose slowly from my chair. Without any sudden movements, nor shouting. “You would attempt to confine her,” I said quietly, “in the name of protection.” “It would be procedural,” Veyron replied. “Procedural.” I muttered as I stepped around the table. No one moved, hell, no one breathed too loudly. “You mistake composure for weakness,” I said, stopping just behind Veyron’s chair.

he asked me. “My wi- friend is being held in custody here." That was all I said, I'm sure he knows what I want him to do with that information already. “What’s her name? I'll see to it that she's released immediately.” "Shawna Brown.” He was about to make a call when he suddenly stopped the call he was about to make as though he was in some kind of trance. “I’m sorry sir, but I don't think that would be possible, we're under very strict instructions to not let her go. You can't even see her as it stands.” He dropped the phone.