I went to my sister because I had nowhere else to go. My sister who abandoned me when I was eight, who left and created this whole new life for herself outside of the abuse that continued to grow darker and darker in the place where she’d left me.
And it was incredibly convenient that her husband happened to own Gray Wolf Security and they were looking into a rash of robberies that I happened to have intimate knowledge about. I could keep tabs on the investigation, could know before anyone else if they were close to a suspect.
All I had to do was have a beer or two with the handsome former Marine who was assigned the case. Not a bad thing, considering Nolan Everett was one of the hottest investigators I’d ever met. He never needed to know my real motivations for seeking him out, did he?