"Felix, I understand what you're saying." Kevin Collins looked at Felix Preston, a helpless expression in his eyes. "But I'm a police officer. The police need evidence to build a case. Without evidence, no one can touch Willow Quincy."
Felix Preston had been up for a full day and night, and his eyes were completely bloodshot. But no matter how Jackson Shaw tried to persuade him, he stubbornly refused to rest.
"If there's no evidence, then find some! If we just keep floundering around like this, something's going to happen to Charlotte sooner or later."
Kevin Collins clicked his tongue, clearly displeased. "Felix, what's that supposed to mean?"
