I park at the curb in front of our unit. "You might not like it but I need your schedule."

Shelby opens her eyes and her head snaps in my direction. "You're right, I don't like it," she grumbles.

"Look, I'm working to stop this guy from killing someone else and now I'm saddled with you. You're a grown woman and you should be able to monitor yourself. But, your uncle sees differently. We'll make it easy. Take my cell number and text me your whereabouts throughout the day. I ...