"You can't!" Liz protests. "I refuse to have you go back anywhere close to that maniac! Didn't you hear the girl? He could have killed people!"
I want to say he did, but there's really no good reason to scare Liz even more. I comb my hair back, and glance in Swithin's direction, but he clearly won't help me on this one.
"Liz, it's alright," I tell her. "I'm a grown ass woman. And unlike Marika, they have nothing on me. I just need to get in, get new proofs myself and get out. From what she says, Charles doesn't even go to those... parties himself."
That jackass is probably too smart to risk being seen with those kinds of people, or close to any of the girls, for that matter. He wouldn't risk leaving any incriminating evidence... Even Rick had a hard time finding any traces of Charles
