Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Country pointed towards the clubhouse door and said, “Here he comes now.”
As Rafe climbed into the SUV with me and Remington, he took one look at Remington and started to chuckle. “Damn, girl. You look worse than you did when Shotgun pulled you out of that dumpster, and you smelled better too.”
“Thanks, Rafe.” Remington rolled her eyes. “You really know how to charm a girl.”
“He knows all too well. Don’t ya, brother?” Country poked.
“I’ve never had any complaints,” Rafe boasted.
“Not sure Krissy would agree with that.”
Rafe was about to respond when Shotgun held up his hand and said, “Don’t you two start that shit. I’m not in the fucking mood.”
With that, the truck fell silent as we pulled out of the gate and followed Menace towards downtown. After a fifteen-minute drive, Menace pulled into an alley next to an old convenience store. He got out and walked over to my window. “I’m going to check things out.”
“I’m coming with.” As I got out of the truck, I asked, “Did you kill the security system?”
“Yeah, we’re good.”
We continued down the small alley until we came up on a clearing where three houses stood relatively close together. Even though each one was a different color, they all still appeared similar in design. Each of them looked about the same size, two or three bedrooms, and they all had a concrete walkway that led to the front of the porch. There was an acre or so in the back, and each had an oversized shed. “Damn, which one is his?”
“The gray one in the middle,” Menace said. “An old guy lives in the green one on the left with the ramp on the front steps, and a single mom with four kids lives in the one with the swing set in the front yard.” As he started towards Mathews’ driveway, a serious expression crossed Menace’s face. “We gotta be slick about this, brother. We don’t need the neighbors seeing us and tipping off Mathews.”
“How are we gonna do that?”
“The single mother should be at work for another hour, but I’m not sure about the old guy. If I had to guess, I’d say he probably keeps tabs on the whole fucking neighborhood.”
“Probably right.”
After checking our surroundings for any onlookers, Menace and I made our way over to Mathews’ yard. Knowing there was a chance we were being watched, we went straight over to his shed and opened the door. To our disappointment, the place was in shambles. The floor had rotted out, and there were old rusted tools and equipment scattered on the ground. Menace shook his head and said, “No way this’ll work.”
“Let’s check the basement.”
Menace followed me over to the back door and waited patiently as I picked the lock. Once I had it opened, we snuck inside, and I was surprised by how bare the place was. The living room included a recliner and a TV, the bedroom had a single bed and a small dresser, and the kitchen contained just the basic appliances. Other than that, the place was practically empty, and it smelled musty—like the windows hadn’t been opened in years. I was checking out one of the small bathrooms when I heard Menace say, “I found it.”
“Headed that way!”
As I rushed towards the kitchen, I could hear his footsteps thumping down the stairs. By the time I made it to the doorway, Menace was already on his way back up. “This will definitely work.”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely. I’ve already messaged the others and told them to bring Remington.” Without saying anything more, we started towards the back door. “Come on, brother. We need to get the ball rolling.”
I stood there and watched as he barreled out the door. I didn’t move. I got a sick feeling when I thought about bringing Remington into this place and locking her away in the fucking basement alone. As much as I wanted to call the whole fucking thing off, I knew that wasn’t an option. We’d already taken it this far, so there was no turning back now. I was still standing there with a knot in my gut when Menace stuck his head back in the door and asked, “You coming or what?”
“Yeah, I’m coming.”
By the time we’d made it outside, Rafe had just pulled up with Remington. We she spotted us, Remington hopped out of the SUV and raced over to us. Once Rafe had driven off, Menace and I led Remington inside. While she was trying her best to put on a brave front, I could see the worried look in her eyes. Hoping to set her mind at ease, I reached for her hand and gave it a tight squeeze. “You okay?”
“I think so. Just a little nervous about all this.”
“Did you take the second pill?” When she nodded, I told her, “Good. It’s gonna be fine. I’ll be right outside watching everything.”