“How did you know where she was?” Harry avoids my eyes. “Find my phone.” Of course he did. “Then I had a local P.D friend do a drive by to see if her car was in the parking lot.” The fucking audacity of this guy. I want to snap his neck like a fucking twig. “Riiiiight. That’s red flag as fuck. And it tracks that you want your daughter to marry a sociopath.”
