Sixty-Three: Lana

Lana's P.O.V.

I hadn't been surprised that James had gotten away with his charges. In a town as small as ours, he knew everyone and had connections. When he had driven his car into the back of that truck, they couldn't even treat him. Our resources were so limited that they had to rush James to the city next to us for a hospital.

It was one of the reasons why he had moved us there when we had gotten married and left our families in the city, an hour away. He was in demand there. As they needed law enforcement officers, he took advantage of that and put fear into everyone he came across, rejoicing in his power. When it came down to it, he got away with everything because of his position.

Since he was the only one injured, they probably just wrote it off as an accident instead of reporting that he had been driving under the influence.

It was infuriating. I was so tired of people getting away with endangering others, and I was happy he was no longer a threat. Now, all we had to do was