Yuletide Protector

"George Carlisle hired me to kill you." Daria stared wide-eyed at Detective Kevin Gordon, the man who'd just uttered the most frightening words she'd ever heard. George was trying to kill her? Daria nervously shook her head. "You must be mistaken. George is a lot of things – I don't have enough fingers on both hands to count them – but he's not a murderer." "Exactly. This is why he sought out someone else to do his dirty work." She turned to the hard sound of his voice. "Is George in jail?" Kevin paused. "No." "Why not?" "We arrested him last night. But we didn’t have enough evidence to keep him." "If you can't put in him in jail, why are you here? Why are you even telling me all this?" Kevin drew in a deep breath. "Because I need you to understand. If you stay in town, you’re going to die."