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Peter
She’s sleeping, exhausted, when I carefully climb out of bed and gather the clothes I left folded on a chair. I dress quietly, taking care not to wake her, and then I pad out of the bedroom on sock-clad feet.
My boots are by the entrance, so I pull them on and pat my jacket pocket to make sure my phone is there.
I’ll need it to navigate to the current location of one Mr. Samson “Sonny” Pearson, Monica Jackson’s stepfather.
Danny is already waiting for me in the parking lot, so I pull up the email from my hackers and give him an address a few blocks away from where Pearson lives—which happens to be at his ex-wife’s apartment.
Monica’s mother clearly has no qualms about letting her daughter’s rapist crash with her.
It’s a risk I’m taking, doing this myself. It would’ve been s
