"Tommy, get to the Williams apartment. Stay with Zara."
"Layton, post bail. Ten grand cash, now."
"Preacher, it's time. Start reaching out to attorneys. We're going public soon."
By the time CPS arrives at Zara's apartment, Tommy is there: 6'3", 240 pounds of leather. He opens the door with Zara standing behind him.
Diana Ross looks at Tommy, looks at Zara, looks at her paperwork. "I'm here to place Zara Williams in emergency custody."
"On what grounds?"
"Mother arrested. The child cannot be left unsupervised."
"She's not unsupervised. I'm supervising."
Diana looks at the situation: a biker and a 10-year-old, and a system clearly being weaponized. She makes a choice.
"I need to verify the mother's situation first. I'll be back tomorrow."
She leaves. Tommy closes the door, looks at Zara. "You okay, kid?"
Zara nods, but her eyes are wet. "Are they going to take me?"
"Not if we can help it."
That night, Kesha is released on bail. Reaper meets her outside the station.
"Thank you," she whispers.
"Don't thank me yet. This is just the beginning. They're not going to stop."