Chapter 38 (Nicholas POV)

Nicholas POV:

"What else?"

"Since her mother's death, she was in the custody of her stepfather, Oliver, until she turned eighteen. He's a truck driver, and from what we can tell, is often on the road. They have a rental residence, but it appears that Miss Taylor has no blood relatives in the area."

My mind focused on one phrase. "Until she turned eighteen?"

Virgil shifted in his seat, his expression guarded. "Yes, she's nineteen. Her birthday is in a few months."

Not a minor. Not a minor. Not a minor.

I started to smile, but then remembered I was a sick fuck.

This girl had no family and apparently thought she had no future without my help. I wanted to call her back immediately and tell her she would be taken care of.

Taken care of? Yes. What did that mean? It could mean many things.

Virgil cleared his throat, disrupting the dialogue in my head. "That's really all we have so far. Did you want us to keep digging?"

I shook my head. "No." Maybe. "Yes." God, I had issues. "N