Jordan has been mentioned before in Book1 and the beginning of this book as well.

The interrogation room felt colder than usual, the oppressive silence accentuating the weight of Jack Mason's despair. His confession was complete; he had laid bare the depth of his guilt and his entanglement with Jordan Carter's powerful family. He knew that his fate was sealed, but what he couldn't understand was how he had ended up in this room despite Jordan's apparent power to shield him.

Max, the corrupt officer with an unsettling glint in his eye, watched Jack with a twisted sense of satisfaction. He leaned forward, his fingers steepled as he addressed Jack with an air of finality. "You've done well to confess, Jack. But there's more you need to know."

Jack, exhausted and emotionally drained, looked up, curiosity mingled with dread. "More? What else is there? I've already told you everything."

Max's smile was thin and menacing. "Yes, you've told me a lot. But there's one crucial detail you're missing—the reason you're really here."

Jack's confusion deepened. "What are you talking about?"

Max's eyes gleamed with a dark amusement as he reached into a drawer and pulled out a set of photographs. He laid them on the table, spreading them out for Jack to see. The images were grainy but clear enough to make out the scenes: Jack's confession on camera, his anguished face, his words of guilt.

Jack's eyes widened in shock. "Where did you get these?"

Max's voice was calm but dripping with malice. "From someone who was very concerned about you—your mother."

Jack's heart skipped a beat. "My mother? What does she have to do with this?"

Max leaned back, savoring Jack's confusion and rising anger. "Your mother, in her paranoia, had installed CCTV cameras around her house. She wanted to make sure she didn't harm her newly adopted son if she fell off the wagon again. She was afraid of her own past, afraid she might hurt someone."

Jack's face turned pale. The room seemed to close in on him, the walls pressing in as the reality of Max's words sank in. "You're saying... she recorded me confessing?"

Max's smile widened, an unsettling mix of triumph and cruelty. "Exactly. When you came to her house, confessing to killing someone, she was terrified for her new son. She wanted to protect him from you and did the only thing she could think of—she turned the evidence over to me."

Jack's world spun. The betrayal was suffocating, the depth of his anger and despair beyond measure. He slammed his fists against the table, the impact reverberating through the room. "She did what? She turned me in? After everything? After she was the one who abused me? After all the pain she caused me?"

Max's expression remained unmoved, a cold observer to Jack's unraveling. "Seems she's trying to protect her new life, Jack. And you, well, you're a danger she couldn't ignore."

Jack's breath came in ragged gasps. He felt a furious heat coursing through him, his body trembling with the intensity of his rage. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. "She was the one who made me this way! She's the reason I'm a mess! And now, she turns on me?"

The anger roared inside him, a tempest of betrayal and hurt. He felt as if the ground had been ripped from beneath him, the foundation of his life shattered beyond repair. He had always wanted to escape his past, to find redemption or at least solace, but this betrayal was more than he could bear.

Jack's eyes blazed with fury as he glared at Max, his voice a raw, guttural scream. "How could she do this? How could she betray me like this after everything she did to me?"

Max shrugged nonchalantly. "People do what they think is necessary to protect themselves and their loved ones. She chose her new son over her old mistakes."

Jack's face was twisted in a mask of rage and pain. He wanted to lash out, to tear apart the walls of the room and make someone, anyone, pay for this treachery. But all he could do was stand there, a storm of fury and despair swirling within him.

As he was led out of the interrogation room, his anger and betrayal burning through him like a relentless fire, he knew that this was a final, crushing blow. His mother's betrayal had compounded the weight of his own guilt, and he felt utterly, irrevocably lost.

Jack was left to face the stark, brutal reality of his situation. The truth of his mother's betrayal had deepened his sense of abandonment and rage, leaving him to grapple with the ultimate irony of his fate: that the person he had sought to escape had orchestrated his downfall.

As he was led away, the bitter truth settled in his chest, an unending ache of anger and sorrow. The questions of why and how would haunt him in the isolation of his cell, the ghost of his mother's actions a constant reminder of his shattered life.