Bhodi⛓
Heading back out to my car, I shake my head in frustration as the door swings open, and I slide in. I know, without a doubt, Summer has fucking lied to me about Harry and is choosing to protect him. Slamming my fist onto the steering wheel, I run my hand over my face as I stare at the street. I know how people who have suffered abuse want to forget about what has happened and move past it, but when my gut feeling tells me that he could have had something to do with the murder of her father. I can’t just let it go.
But with no proof, it’s a tough theory to prove. Pulling out my phone, I search my contacts for a familiar name, someone who can dig into Harry’s personal life.Once the message is fired off, a call comes in immediately as Strode’s name crosses the screen.
“Yeah?” I answer abruptly.
“Our friend looks as though he’s just landed at JFK.”
With my blood bubbling away under the surface, I close my eyes, contemplating my response. “Follow him. I want to know where he’s staying. Call me when you know.”
Ending the call and throwing the phone into the passenger seat, I speed off into the traffic. My body tense with crippling rage and anger.