Page 56 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

I turn my leaking eyes to Lost. “It’s Mary…”

It’s all I have to say.

Devils, from whatever chapter burst into action around me. I’m pushed into a truck with a Vegas member called Sarge driving, and Preacher in the passenger seat. I’m only half aware when we speed past the bikes and into open country, then meet up with an interstate.

I’m focused on trying to call someone who could help me, but Connor knows no more, or has nothing useful to tell me. Alicia’s not answering her phone, and I haven’t the numbers of the other old ladies. One by one, Snips, Scribe and Keeper try to explain to me, but all they know are the headlines Connor’s already told me.

It’s only when I reach the airport that I realise their intention. I won’t be riding home, I’ll be flying.

Right now’s not the time to tell anyone I fuckin’ hate being on a plane and will do anything to avoid it.

I need to be with my old lady. I’ll walk through the fires of hell if need be.

I can only hope I’m in time.

Hang on, Mary, I’m coming.

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