Aria

“Yeah, Rose knows Hunter inside and out,” Jalene said, swinging the shopping bag with her new red boots. “She’s your best bet if you want something real, info, maybe even evidence.”

“Thanks. But keep your ears open too,” I murmured, my mind already working. “I need something solid, something I can put my hands on. I’m meeting Rose tonight. She’s working the late shift, right?”

“As always,” Jalene replied, following me toward my van, which was wedged into a ...