I knew he wouldn’t be staying long, but less than twenty-four hours seems quick. Alan sighs, dragging a hand along his jaw. “Because something tells me the fucker isn’t going to make it easy to find him, and I don’t want the police report to get buried. I want to be close by to make sure his money or influence doesn’t help him weasel his way out of this.” He turns to face me, and his stony expression makes my blood run cold. “He’s not going to get away with this, Kat. I don’t give a fuck who the rich prick thinks he is. No one has any right to do this shit, least of all to my baby sister.”
