It was two weeks before authorities had a name to go with the face. His old roommate Aiden was the one to ID him, though he apparently insisted that there was no way Dakota could ever kill anyone, and therefore they must have the wrong guy.
The cops didn’t think so, however, and, as predicted, they tracked down his sister Hope, who said that she hadn’t seen him in years, but last she heard he was somewhere in the deep south. She texted him the moment the police left, as a warning and to look for answers. She explained that she left Kenna out of it and didn’t tell them what city. She said she was worried.
“Thanks,” was all he replied at first. Then, later that day, “You don’t need to worry about it.”
Once the news that he was a wanted man reached their compound, Adelaide grounded him. No
