CHAPTER 84: WE'RE GONNA FIND HIM
AMANDA'S POV:
When I drove into the school compound this morning, I parked my SUV, but I didn't get out right away. I just leaned my head against the steering wheel and let out a breath that felt like it had been trapped in my lungs for days.
This investigation was killing me. Ever since I saw that letter, I’ve been burning the candle at both ends—hell, I’ve been burning the whole candle. I haven’t slept more than two hours a night. I’ve been using every gadget in my warehouse, tracking every lead, and even hiring low-life rogues to whisper in my ear for the right price.
Last week, I thought I finally hit the jackpot. One of my informants told me a guy named James Porter was spotted working a docks job three territories over. I didn't even thi
