Behind the Red Light

Synopsis

The day the special police raided the scam operation, I was sitting on a small stool memorizing fraud scripts. Captain Luke Reynolds snatched the phone from my hand, his voice sharp with anger. "You could come and go freely. You even had your phone. Why didn't you call the police?" I clutched my fraud notebook tightly to my chest and shook my head blankly. "Call the police? So you could send me back home? But Captain, even breathing is a luxury there." Luke stood frozen in place. Since I was twelve, my grandmother had installed tiny cameras in my room — by my bed, at my desk, even in the bathroom —