Before leaving Cassidy’s, I put Rex’s and Kyle’s numbers into my phone. We’ve shared a few texts here and there, but I asked to get together, so I could give them everything I know about Quinton. Kyle is a police officer, and from what I’ve heard, Rex is our generation’s Kevin Mitnick—only without the criminal charges.

That’s what led me to Rex’s kick-ass house, and I’m not that easily impressed when it comes to real estate. The guy has everything teched out. I could spend all day asking him questions.

“Whatcha got, bro?” Rex asks.

“The guy who hit her is Quinton Landing. He’s also the guy who was in her car the night she was arrested. He got to walk free. She obviously didn’t.” I suck in a deep breath. “A while back, she told me her ex was the biggest drug dealer on campus, to which she didn’t know, and he borrowed her car. That’s why there were drugs in it. If you put two and two together, Quinton’s face lights up in guilt every damn time.”

“Landing.” Rex snaps his fingers, searching for words. “Name sounds familiar.”

“From Landing Holdings?” Kyle asks.

I nod. “I’m going to pay him a visit. Is Cassidy still at Sierra’s?”

Maliki texted me last night, letting me know that Cassidy was crashing with them.

“She is, but last I heard, she plans to stay at her place tonight,” Rex replies with a hint of disapproval. “We’re going to make sure one of us is there with her at all times.”

Oh boy, Cass will love that.

“Let’s rewind back to your previous statement,” Kyle says. “It’s not smart for you to pay him a visit. You’re fresh out of prison, and the last thing you need is to go back.”

It’s a struggle not to smile at his comment. His concern over me returning to prison means he doesn’t see me as a threat to his sister. If he did, he wouldn’t give two shits about me being locked up again because it’d mean I’d be away from Cassidy.

“And here we thought you didn’t like him,” Rex says to his brother with a smirk.

Kyle shoots me an apologetic smile. “Sorry, dude. I was worried about my sister.”

“Nah, it’s cool,” I reply. “I’d probably do the same if I had a sister.”

“Do you know this Quinton guy?” Rex asks.