Page 118 of Indigo Sky

“Ah, yeah, he was here this morning. Looked like he was gonna kill you. He’s finally lost his mind, I guess. Well, anyway, I’m outta here.”

I nodded to myself and snuck around the garage to the broom closet. The door was open, and it was empty.

Fuck.

“Whatcha got going on tonight?” Nate asked.

Footsteps approached, and I hurried to the other side of the building, back to the waiting room, as Nate and Donny entered the garage.

“I have some shit to take care of,” Donny said with a sickening amount of indifference.

Fuck, Kate, where are you?

I glanced out the window and saw Donny’s pickup. He had pulled into his usual spot before, but now, he had backed in, the bed closest to the door. It was concealed by a retractable cover—had it been like that before?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I chanted as I hurried toward the side door where I’d come in.

“Anything I can help—"

I didn’t hear what else Nate had to say, whatever he was doing to keep Donny occupied, as I slipped through the door and hurried around the front of the building to Donny’s truck. I glanced at the garage doors, made sure I couldn’t see Donny through the windows, thenlistenedand heard …nothing.

“Kate,” I whispered as loudly as I could without drawing attention to myself. “Kate, if you—"

A slew of muffled cries came from … somewhere. I looked around, focusing on my surroundings, trying to pinpoint where the sounds were coming from, only to reach the conclusion that …

Her car.

I scrambled to crouch beside her sedan, listening to wherever Donny might be. Nate was keeping him distracted—I hoped. He was keeping him inside long enough …

A scream erupted from inside the trunk of her car. “Revan! Oh God, Rev—"

“Shh,” I hushed loudly. “Kate, listen to me. You—"

“I-i-it’s Donny. D-Donny … oh God … h-h-he—"

“Sweetheart, youneedto be quiet, okay?”

She sobbed, her breath coming out in shallow, shuddered gasps. “Okay, okay, okay,” she whispered repeatedly, exasperated.

She was going to work herself up to hyperventilation. She needed to calm down. She needed to—

“I really need to get going, man,” Donny said from the side of the building. He was outside. “Got a long night ahead of me.”

“Ah shit.” Nate’s voice.

“What?” Donny sounded impatient, exasperated.

Careful, Nate. God, please be fucking careful.

“My keys. I left them in the office. Can you—"

“Yeah,” Donny grumbled. “Sure.”

A few seconds. We had a few seconds.

“Kate, there’s a latch—"

“M-my hands a-a-are tied. I-I-I can’t—"

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