My phone buzzed. It was Valerie Stanley, her voice filled with worry.
"Violet Damon just finished hanging out with her classmates and has now been brought to a bar. I'm afraid she might get into trouble. Can you come with us?"
I glanced at the time instinctively; already 10 p.m.
"Going to a bar this late instead of returning to school? Doesn't she know it's dangerous?" I couldn't help the blame creeping into my voice.
"Ah, they insisted on dragging us here, and we couldn't refuse," Valerie replied, sounding genuinely upset.
"Please come with us, I'm begging you," she added, her voice soft and pleading through the phone.
Despite not having the best impression of the Lucas family, Violet was too young. I couldn't just ignore her potential trouble.
"Give me the location. I'll be there shortly," I told her.
I could practically hear Valerie's smile through the phone. "We're at Midnight KTV, private room 888."
"Got it," I agreed and ended the call.
