Chapter 150

Caelin

"Y'all go on and take your lunch, I'll deal with it," I tell Wild and Bishop a few days later, as I see a relatively well-known truck pull into the parking lot and come to a stop.

"You sure? He's always a pain in the ass."

Don't I know it? Almost all of us have had words with this dickhead, but it is what it is.

Alec Tinsdale gets out of his truck and starts walking toward the garage bays before turning around, gesturing at the passenger seat. Because of the angle of the mid-afternoon sun, I can't necessarily see who's sitting there, but I have a feeling. His voice carries to where I'm standing, and the sharp tone he uses is a dead giveaway.

Pearl Van Hampton.

It sounds like a last name from one of the remaining southern dynasties. Like she should be eating off the most expensive china plates, she should have a hair appointment ready to go every week, and she must have debuted at a ball.

Unfortunately for her. None of those entails anything to do with her life.

Abandoned as a