Chapter 3
Abby growled at the computer and smacked her hand on her desk. If she had to look at Jack Kavanaugh’s faux-patriotic mission statement one more time she might well lose her mind. She’d already consulted with the assistant district attorney working on this case, who’d told her the prior history of stalking wasn’t enough to get a warrant.
“I’m with you, it’s creepy and suspicious and I don’t like it at all.” O’Rourke had shrugged, as if to say, What can you do? “The thing is, we don’t have an official record of stalking since high school. And creepy and suspicious aren’t a thing, legally speaking. I can’t go disrupt someone’s life based on ‘creepy and suspicious, and also having a cheesy tagline.’ The judge would have me disbarred and you know it.”
Abby tapped a pen against her
