Aurora
Jackson Davis. The name rang through my mind and struck a nerve. Of course I knew Jackson Davis, he was Jessie's father. The low life prick who once beat Jessie so hard he had broken three ribs. Who had beated Jessie to the point of unconsiousness. Who had forced him to emancipate himself just to get away. I hated Jackson Davis but what else could he have done that this guy wanted him.
"Yes I know Jackson Davis. What do you want with him?" I asked.
