Treachery

We leave the facility a few minutes later, and by the time we’re in the van again, Taylor texts back to say there’s no trail on where Jerry went and that it will take a few days to find him.

My skull falls back against the headrest, and I slam my hand again the steering wheel.

Gabriel speaks up to break the silence, the tension in the van so thick I’m drowning in it.

“We might as well go home at this point. Once we find Jerry, we’ll go wherever we need to pay him a visit.”

Teeth grinding, I agree with him and start the van. We were so close to getting what we’re after, and, of course, a wrench would get thrown into our plans.

To make matters worse, my phone vibrates again as we’re driving down the road. Pulling it out to look at the screen when we reach a stoplight, I see Melody’s name glaring up at me.

I’m in no mood for this shit.