You won't forget me 1

IMOGEN'S POV

I hung up the phone outside the motel, my hand shaking. The night was cold and empty, stretching endlessly in front of me on this dead-end road halfway between my old life with Elijah and whatever hell I was walking into now.

"Just do what the Sutton's want and get your family back."

The cop's words played on repeat in my head. I had called expecting help, justice, someone to finally stand up to the power-hungry monsters who'd taken my parents. Instead, I got this. This mockery of law enforcement.

"What?" My voice had cracked. "This is a crime. They kidnapped my parents. They're threatening to kill them!"

The sigh on the other end of the line had been heavy, bored almost. Like my family's lives were just another minor inconvenience in his day.

"No police you call in Portland will help you," he'd said, his tone flat. "Do you know how much those rich pricks pump into the police every year? We owe them loyalty."