Page 105 of Hunted: Season Two

Flashing him my middle finger receives one last round of chortles and him wandering off for his own vehicle.

After turning my truck on, I grab my phone from my pocket to check for possible clients yet discover two more missed calls from Post and one from The Kid.

Shit.

Calls from Post are one thing.

The man calls if one of his plain clothes fuckingthinksa bird is flying around too much.

But Kid?

Kidrarelycalls.

Text?

All the goddamn time.

But a call?

A call means there’s a real problem.

Alarm swiftly begins spreading along my spine as I hit the green button to reach him.

What if it’s Rabbit?

What if something’s wrong with her?

Or the baby?!

What if that motherfucker got to her while she was shopping?!

Hurt her?!

Our little thing?!

I knew she shouldn’t have been going fucking anywhere on her own!

Relief is briefly offered in the form of hearing Kid’s voice calmly answer, “Woods.”

“Kid,” I forcefully state, to help indicate who’s calling, “what’s going on?”

“We need you,” he retorts without hesitation but pauses prior to reiterating, “I need you.”

“Where?”

“Population sign.” His small sniffle has my heart stopping. “There’s a body.”

My voice turns into almost all air. “Tell me it’s not Rabbit’s.”

“It’s my mom’s.”

Chapter 21

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