~CAROLINE~
As Troy drove to Kettleson, the morose sensation of fear broiled in my bones, increasing the closer we drove to our destination. Honestly, the last time I “helped'' Kettleson, it left me broken, dead inside, and all I could do was cry while I tried to hold everything in. That girl, Olivia Porter, dead on his living room floor, haunted my slumber for several nights. And I hated that I couldn’t say anything. Although I have the protection of the FBI on my side, it didn’t feel right. That girl deserved to have justice, not be a prop to gain the upper hand in an investigation.
“I have to make a call,” I told him, already scrolling through my contacts for the number of Agent Watts. Over my ear, I heard the phone ring three times before she finally answered.
“Ms. Adler, nice timing
