191. Sterling
Chapter 191
Sterling
My headlights flash on something, and I slam on my brakes.
For a long second, too long, I stare at the gate pulled across the end of my driveway.
“What the fuck?”
I shift the truck into park.
The gate that is always open is closed.
I unbuckle my seat belt.
It’s not just closed. Someone shoveled it free, swung it closed, and—I squint my eyes, not believing what I’m seeing.
They put a new padlock on it. Locking it shut.
Ice so cold it burns fills my veins.
I reach into my back seat and grab the item I always keep there.
With my other hand, I dial three numbers as I climb out of my truck.
Then, for the second time today, I start to run.
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