Monday night, I stood outside the Cathedral of Learning’s campus at eight twenty-five p.m., leaning against my Bentley with my arms crossed. Sierra should be relieved of classes in five minutes, and I wanted to be there when she was, so that stupid fucker ex-boyfriend of hers wouldn’t harass her.
I tapped my fingers against my bicep and clenched my jaw, impatient.
After I had brought Sierra home the other night, I couldn’t stop thinking about what she had told me, about how her ex had made her feel from a single one-sided conversation. I didn’t know anything about the kid, except that he had hurt her. But that was enough.
My phone buzzed, and Leo’s name flashed across the screen.
Leo: Are you sure?
Leo: Are you sure?Leo: I can pick up Sierra, Mr. Patton.
Leo: I can pick up Sierra, Mr
