This time, I refused to let Chloe leave my sight.

It was the next morning, same as it had been for the last three days, and I pulled Bernadette to a stop in front of the police station.

As I pushed my door open, Chloe delicately cleared her throat, a not-so-subtle reminder for me to open her door for her. I ground my teeth together while pasting a fake smile on my face. Chauffeur Victoria, at her service.

"I sure hope this doesn't take long," she said as she climbed ...