Chapter Seventeen
Their fourth Lyft driver dropped them off at her father’s Brentwood address. His location was protected; she only knew it because she was his lawyer. Ironically, it was probably the least risky place in LA, as long as no one followed them. To that end, they switched Lyfts three times on their way and made sure to get lost in the always dependably congested traffic.
Even receiving her father’s message—Need to see you—had triggered a migraine, and she hadn’t given any thought to it since last night. The depo came first. But now that it was over, it was time to face the music.
“Katiebird!” Her father swung the door open, his face beaming with welcome. She couldn’t help a quick check of his ankle. There it was, the electronic bracelet that kept him confined to within fifty
