might be a bit before she answers—” “It’s eight forty-two a.m. there. She’s walking to school.” He climbs to his feet and paces. “What the fuck was Violet doing there, anyway? She shouldn’t be anywhere near the kind of shit that goes on around them. She’s sixteen years old!” “She’s got to be messing with us.” I shut my laptop, afraid of what else might be in that folder. “If he touched her, there isn’t a goddamn place in this world he can hide from me, and I don’t give a fuck if those two crawled into that mine to—”
