Page 85 of Their Stormy Reunion

“It’s me, Michael.”

“Where are you?” he asked.

I gave him my GPS coordinates.

“You’re not far behind us. We just heard a gunshot.”

My heart leapt into my throat and I slammed my accelerator to the floor. Fishtail after fishtail, but I kept my truck on the dirt track, always heading forward and up the mountain.

“I see your taillights. Is it just you two?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Are you armed?”

“We have an arsenal.”

I relaxed, just a tiny little bit.

They started to brake, and I did as well. “I have a visual on the cabin,” Nolan said. “It was where we heard the gunshot originate. We’re going to go on foot from here.”

I shoved my truck into park and practically fell out of the driver’s side door before racing toward Jace and Nolan.

Jace put a Sig Sauer pistol into my hand, and all three of us were immediately creeping toward the cabin.

We advanced, sticking to the tree line.

“Either of you been to this cabin before?” Jace questioned in a whisper.

Nolan and I both shook our heads.

“We’ll go in from the trees on either side, then peek in the windows. We’ll communicate via phones. We’ll go in on my mark. Plan?”

Nolan and I nodded in agreement.

All three of us faded into the forest. It took about three minutes for us to ghost our way to the sides of the cabin and look in the windows.

“I’ve got visuals,” Nolan said.

“Me too,” Jace said.

“Me too,” I agreed. Mom was lying on the cabin floor, a pool of blood around her head. Meanwhile, Fallon was duct-taped to a chair, duct tape over her mouth, her eyes wide with terror as Sid held a knife above her.

A tripod with a camera pointed at them.

We all duck-walked below the windows until we met at the front cabin door. “We’re going in now,” I commanded.

“Agreed,” both men said in unison.

Jace kicked in the door, and I went in first.

Sid looked up with a casual smile.

He stood behind Fallon, a knife to her throat, his expression twisted in sadistic delight.

“You just don’t give up, do you, boy?” he sneered, his grip tightening on the blade.

“Let her go, Sid.” I kept my voice low, steady, my gun trained on his head. “It’s over.”