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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