*Brielle’s POV*

“What were you doing at the precinct today?”

My heart stops.

The world stops.

Shoot!

How did he find out? When did he find out? There was no way he put any kind of tracer on my phone, right? He would not have put something on my car, would he?

No.

This was cousin Leo. He wouldn’t do anything like that.

No.

It had to be something else.

Anything else.

My mind throbs trying to figure out what the ...