I feel blood drain from my face. “But he’s not a custodial parent.”
Demyen nods. “She is working that angle. Right now, he’s acting as a detective with information about a missing child.”
Said “missing child” calmly sips the juice box one of the mechanics gave her shortly after we arrived at the garage. It’s on theouter edge of the city limits, near a salvage yard most people try to avoid—including the police. Demyen drove us in,unannounced, and the second the men saw who was driving the Tesla, they literally dropped everything and locked the doorsbehind us.
And the second they saw Willow climb out of the back seat, at least half the men melted into the equivalent of doting uncleswho have been making sure she’s comfortable and calm ever since.
Now that the initial p
