Junior
Desiree’s ex picked up a construction job in Indianapolis under some other guy’s social security number. I don’t know how the P.I.s found him, but they did. Jasper seems to be fine—enrolled in kindergarten. Stays for aftercare. Gets picked up and dropped off on the regular. No signs of mistreatment.
Thank f**k.
And I’m still going to kill the figlio di puttana father.
No, not kill. Desiree doesn’t want that. But I’m sure as hell gonna teach him a f*****g lesson. Nobody messes with someone I care about without serious consequences.
My plan is to get to the school before Jasper gets picked up, but we get hung up in traffic on the way out of the city, so I don’t think we’ll get there before five.
On the way, my phone rings. It’s Nico.
“Hey, little bro.”
“Not little,” he claims.
