Chapter 95

Drew

Our vans travel three deep across the Louisville Road bridge, taking a right at the river. We trek a few more miles out into the county and then turn right down one of those old country roads. You know the kind I’m talking about. It has no shoulder, no lines down the middle, and the only people traveling it are those up to no good and the maybe five people who live down it.

Nerves wrack my body from the top of my head to the soles of my booted feet. There’s another storm brewing if the darkness in the sky is any indicator, but there’s also a storm brewing deep inside my gut. I’m ready to take the fear I’ve been living with for the past few hours out of someone’s hide. It’ll feel real good, but when we stop in front of the building, I have to ask Caelin if he’s sure.

“You’re positive this is the building?”