CHAPTER SEVEN
LOGAN
I hardly slept last night and was up and out of the house before Kayla woke up. Once Kayla went to bed, I fixed her screen, shut all the windows, and locked them. I did another walk through and double-checked all the doors were locked and dead bolted. I hate that the old man has put this fear back in her, and after only being able to sleep for a few hours, I decide to pay him a house visit.
We could’ve called the police and filed another report, but it wouldn’t change anything. She’d still hold that fear and I’d still be constantly worried. Even if the cops were called and he’d get arrested and thrown in jail, he’d eventually get out on bail, and the old bastard would just come back—this time with more vengeance. So, perhaps he needs a personal reminder of his bounda
