(Mr. Hargrove)
I gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, as I drove through the streets to the run-down motel where Aaron had been hiding out.
The night was quiet, the light from the streetlights my only company as I approached the peeling paint and flashing neon “VACANCY” sign marking the entrance.
Thompson had given me Aaron’s exact location, and this time, I was ready to put an end to this nightmare—for Olivia’s sake.
I parked and sat for a moment, collecting myself. I wasn’t used to dealing with people like Aaron—people who saw others as nothing more than opportunities to exploit.
But for Olivia, I’d do whatever it took. Taking a deep breath, I got out of the car and made my way to the office, a dingy little room lit by a single bulb.
The guy at the front desk didn’t even bo
