“That’s about it. Police report said she was pulled over with her boyfriend. She denied the drugs being hers, but the boyfriend said they didn’t belong to him either. It was her car, so it became her charge. When they asked where she got them, she wouldn’t answer any questions. She was bailed out six hours later, put on probation since it was a first-time offense, and sentenced to community service.” He shrugs. “Not much there for you.”

“The boyfriend.” I hastily point at the computer. “Does it give a name?”

He squints at the screen. “A man by the name of Quinton …” He pauses, recognition dawning on him. “Landing. Quinton Landing.”

“Well, fuck me,” I mutter.

He nods. “That might be a problem for you, huh?”

“Could be, but at this point, I don’t care.”

In the Iowa investment industry, Landing Holdings was the biggest competitor to Callahan Holdings. As Callahan Holdings began to spiral, Landing rushed in to poach our clients, giving them the notion they could get in trouble by allowing criminals to work with their money. They painted us as people who couldn’t be trusted. That we stole money from our clients and would be spending the rest of our lives in jail. The Landing family is as conniving as they come.

Now, I need to figure out if Quinton is the one who hurt Cassidy.

Time to hunt him down.

I attended private school with his older brother, so I can always start there.

“Can you pull up his address for me?” I ask Louis.

He looks at me as if I grew a horn out of my head. “No.”

“Come on.”

He shakes his head.

“You put me in prison … give a man a little favor now.”

“I’ve told you all I can.” Even after everything that’s happened, there’s a hint of remorse on his face.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Cassidy

It took me forever to convince my family to leave.

Correction: most of my family to leave.

Sierra and Maliki have stayed, wanting to hang out for a while.

Code word for: babysit me.

While in my bedroom with my mom and the girls, I revealed my bruise but held my ground. I’m not telling them who did it or providing any details.

It’s my story to tell.

And I’ll tell it when I’m ready.

If I’m ever ready.

They tried and finally gave up—at least on getting a name. When I asked them to have Lincoln come into my bedroom and talk, I wasn’t sure what I was going to say.