Bo
I work my a*s off at the body shop, trying to finish up Winslow’s open jobs while fielding the third degree from my uncle, but all the time, I have this nagging feeling I need to get back to Cave Hills.
Make sure everything went straight for Sloane.
I really f*****g hate the idea of her trying to fence a car on her own. It means she’d be dealing with dirtbags and considering the way she looks? She could be in the worst kind of danger there is.
And I’d f*****g kill any thug who hurt her.
I pull out my phone to check to see if she’s texted.
She hasn’t.
I wonder where she is right now. What has her in such a bind that she needs to spend her birthday risking her freedom and her life for a heist.
And then I remember that tracking app I put on her phone. Did she notice? My thumb flies
