Chapter 42

Chris tapped his hand against his thigh as he watched Dylan struggle with the lock on the shed door. “You’re going to run out of time.”

“I know,” Dylan said.

The lock gave and the door opened. Inside the dark belly of the wooden shed was a Ford Explorer, the same year and color as the one from the night of his attack in the alley.

“Damn,” Chris whispered.

“We got him,” Ron said with a loud clap.

“Call James,” Dylan said.

Chris was startled by a rapping at his window and quickly turned to find James at the door, glaring at him.

Chris closed the laptop and rolled the window down. “You scared me.”

“What are you up to?” James said.

“Um,” Chris said as he looked out the windshield, “working. What are you doing?”

James tilted his head. “We received a tip that your brother and Abrams were in the area, and guess who I find parked in the street.”

“Shit,” Dylan said in Chris’s ear, his breathing rapid.