Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
That’s when he plans on telling them that Hound has something to do with it.
It might take the pressure off.
For now, I’m on the floor of the truck so nobody can see me as we drive into town.
It takes more than a few hours, and my legs are aching by the time we get there, but I don’t complain. I want to be part of this. That fucker is the reason I’m in this situation as it is, and I’m not about to let him get away with it again. Not this time. I want to go home to my family, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.
We find a shaded parking spot where I can see the group, and the guys get out and find a secure position so that they can watch over everything. Then, we wait for it all to start. It doesn’t take long for people to begin showing up, and little by little, people rally around, talking to Halo, signing petitions and making quite the scene.
I’m scanning the crowd for Gerard, but, so far, I haven’t seen him.
The guys have a way of communicating with one another, but I have nothing. It’s not safe for me to have a phone. So, I’m stuck simply watching. I let my eyes constantly scan the crowd, seeing if I can locate him, but I don’t see anything. Exhaling, I hold my aching body up and keep looking.
That’s when I notice a man.
He’s standing with a group of people, and he’s barely noticeable except for the fact that when he lifts his arms to wipe sweat from his brow, I notice a tattoo on his stomach, a tattoo that looks scarily familiar to the one that Gerard is said to have, the one that runs up his neck just enough to have been seen in that photo. It’s a risk, but something tells me that the man standing there is him.
He's wearing a hat, shades, and a long shirt, so it’s hard to tell anything. Just glancing at him, you wouldn’t think it was Gerard, but something inside me is screaming that it’s him. The fact that he’s with a group of women tells me that he has more back up than we first thought. He’s hiding in plain sight.
Desperately, I wonder how the hell I can let the guys know, but I have no way of communicating with them.
When the man and the group of women turn and walk away from the crowd, my heart jumps. If that’s him, there is a good chance we will lose him. Biting my lip, I glance around, wondering if it’s worth the risk. The group walk over to a car and get inside, and I know I can’t let them go. I have to follow them.
Launching into the front seat, I pull the truck out as the car disappears down the street.
I know Jackson will see me, I know they’ll freak out, but I can’t let this man go.
I just know it’s him.
He’s not getting away this time.
10 – Serenity
Ikeep my distance, trying not to let myself be noticed as I follow the car through town and down some side streets. I pull back, letting other cars fall in front of me, so it doesn’t look obvious that I’m following them. They come to a stop at a house just outside of town, and that house has large fences around it. A woman gets out, swiping a card, and the gate opens.
I keep driving, knowing I can’t stop.
Damnit.
Heart racing, I drive back toward the rally, but as I near closer, I notice the red and blue flashing lights of police cars. They’re everywhere. My eyes widen as I quickly pull the truck over and watch as the cops are speaking to Jackson and Spike, both men standing with their arms crossed.
They’re questioning them, and that means they’ll be looking for me.
I need to get out of here.
I turn the truck around and get as far away as I can, finding a quiet street to slip down where I turn the truck off. I have no way of contacting them to tell them I’m okay, but I know I can’t go back. Taking a deep breath, I take in my surroundings. A few cafes, a couple of boutique stores, all of them too risky for me to step into.
I have no doubt my face has been plastered all over the news.
There are two women standing at the end of the street, looking as though they’re waiting for a cab. I take the risk and jump out of the truck, approaching them. They see me coming, and when I offer a smile, I pray they don’t know who I am.
“I’m so sorry to bother you ladies,” I say, keeping my smile, “but I lost my phone, and I really need to call my partner. Could I borrow a phone?”