Page 184 of Overcast

He was the mayor, Wade was the governor.

They both hated each other.

Wade did an early audit on the city’s assets, and Montgomery went to the big house.

I didn’t know his ties ran that dark in the streets.

My neck jerks up to my Mills. “What is this?”

“It’s the phone of the asshole whose throat you cut the other day,” Mills yammers. “I kept all their shit in case something like this happened, any information.”

“Have you been able to trace the number back?”

Mills slants his head. “Dude, he just got it. I ran over here right away.” I fling it back to him, restlessness and dread pouring into me like a freight train.

“Run it.” I rake my hand through my hair, pulling at strings to keep my cool. “Thanks, man.”

Mills finally stops moving, transferring his anxiety to me with his lack of movement. “What’s next?” I shake my head once because I don’t know.

I didn’t have this part planned out in my head—when this ended. I had a half-ass idea of what would occur, but I’m not quite sure if this text is legit or not, and I’m just not ready for certain parts to be finished.

“Do you want to text Reagan?”

“Nah. Let’s see if this shit is real or not.” If this is the moment where everything ends and goes back to what it was before. Where I could bring my sister back home and stop hunting down killers and wannabe assassins. If this could be too easy where fate or someone else took care of the problem for me.

When it’s finally time to let Stormi go.

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