He shook his head. “Not a single sod.”
“Perfect.” I nodded. “Let’s go.”
I hustled him out the door, and Sienna quickly followed. She gawked at me.
“Miss Castalano,” she whispered. “This guy is low down. Do you really trust him?”
“Nope…” I looked at her. “But I’m learning to trust me. For the first time. When your gut tells you something, you go with it. My gut led me back to Jackson. And it’s my gut that’s going to save him. Besides…”
I shut her shitty studio door behind us.
“You heard what he said. The senator’s thugs are sods… and it takes one to know one.”
Seven years.
It took seven years for a missing person to be declared dead in the United States.
Before seven years… anyone who wanted you declared legally dead had to offer evidence that you were not alive. But after you’d be
