Page 64 of Every Single Vow
“You were in a car accident. Was someone else involved?”
Dakota steps away, climbing back onto the bed. I already hate the distance, so I follow, pulling up a chair next to the bed and grip her hand in mine.
“Let’s start from the beginning.” The officer clears her throat. “Start when you left the ice cream shop.”
Dakota squeezes my hand, then begins to recite what happened.
Fire swims in my veins the more she reveals. The black dodge. The aggressive behavior. I was so fucking mad I almost missed her last words.
“Wait, what?” I scowl. “He rammed you off the fucking road?”
“Yes. He hit us three times,” Dakota says, her hand tightening in mine.
Someone hit her on purpose.
“Is there anyone you can think of who would do this? Anyone that has possibly become an enemy?” The officer asks.
My eyes catch on Dakota’s and for a split second, fear slashes across her face.
“I mean…not off the top of my head.”
“Her father,” I state.
“Your father?” She lifts a brow at Dakota.
“It can’t be him. They are supposed to notify me if he gets released.” Dakota frowns. “I haven’t gotten anything.”
“He’s in prison?” The officer jots something on her notepad.
“Yes. He called me a few weeks ago and told me he was getting out, but I haven’t heard from him since. We don’t communicate often. He usually spits lies anyway.” Dakota fidgets with a white blanket on the bed with her free hand. “The courts are supposed to send me a letter notifying me of his release.”
“Ok. Has there been anything else? Anything suspicious?”
She goes to answer no but pauses.
“What is it?” I press.
“A note.” She shakes her head. “I chalked it up to someone just being an ass.”
“What note? You didn’t tell me about a note?” Suddenly, my anger is back in full force.
“I know. I wasn’t even sure what it was.”
“What did it say?” The officer asks.
“It said,you deserve what's coming.”Dakota drops my hand and leans her head down. “I thought….”
“Someone is stalking you.” My tooth practically cracks as I clench my jaw. “You need to find Billy Sterling. Now.”
“Why would he want to hurt you?” The officer asks, glancing at her notepad.
Dakota hesitates before peering over at me, the memory of that day still heavy on her heart. “Because I’m the one who put him in prison.”
Chapter forty-two
Dakota
Eighteen
