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Fuck.
I’m pushing the speed limit and the guys are keeping up with me. When we finally get to the neighborhood I realize it’s where Megan and I used to live. This was our town; our street.
Why the hell would she be here?
I don’t even know what I’m looking for. There are a few cars on the street, but everything seems normal.
“I’m gonna call her phone again.” I pull the phone from my ear trying to listen for a ringing somewhere. There’s nothing to start, then I hear the faintest chime.
“We need to find that phone.”
When her voicemail picks up, I dial again. The three of us spread out. A car pulls up to a house and a middle-aged couple get out, their backs to us. I watch them, something about them familiar. They walk into the house across the street.
My old house.
“It’s here.” Storm shouts over to me, peering in through the window of a non-descript sedan. I race over, seeing Megan’s purse in the back seat, the contents spread across the floor.
Two loud pops crackle through the air.
Gunshots.
My chest seizes. It’s not a new sound to me, but hearing it so close to where Megan is, brings a cold sweat to the surface of my skin. I look at the guys. “It came from that house.” Cutter nods to my old house.
“That’s the house we used to live in.”
I move across the street, keeping low, out of sight. I get to the fence, I stop. Cutter comes up behind me and Storm takes his position on the other side of the gate. “I’ll go in the front. You guys take the back door.”
Cutter and Storm nod.
I can hear yelling as I creep up the steps. With my back to the wall, I glance into the window.
Megan.
She’s on a couch, tears streaming down her face. Her lips are moving like she’s talking, but from this angle I can’t see anyone in the room with her.
Fuck.
I send Storm a quick text, letting him know she’s in there.
My hand goes to the doorknob and I turn, feeling it click and open. One push and the door swings wide open.
Whoever is in there will regret the day they decided to fuck with my girl.
