“So…? Are you going to arrest him or what?” I break the silence. He braces his forearms on the table and leans forward. He uses the same tone he used last time when he spoke to me like a trapped rabbit. “Here’s the thing, Harlow. The man you saw is Cash Fox. He owns Peaches and The Fox’s Den and various other establishments in the city.” That makes my skin scrawl. Knowing that a serial killer is living his life out in public without any shame, running businesses. He was Beth’s boss for Christ’s sake.
