Krista's pov

I sat in the passenger seat and looked out the window intently on the way back to the Fischer mansion, and he remained quiet the entire time. 

"Wait a minute.” Cheney said as the car drove back to the Fischer mansion, and I was ready to leave when he stopped me. 

I unbuckled my seatbelt and looked back at him. 

"This morning, Milo called Tyrone, and I spoke with him directly." He continued, looking at me. 

In surprise, I grabbed his arm hard. "So, have you asked? Is he able to provide any useful information?"

Cheney gave a calm nod. "It's a very useful piece of information. When...