Write. Let's Do This.
Write. Let's Do This.
The hooded figure scaled the chain-link fence and dropped onto the gravel lot of the used car dealership beyond. And Abbie watched.
It was thirteen minutes, almost to the second, since Abbie had passed yet another WELCOME TO sign for a town she’d never previously visited.… Read the rest
Though Abbie hadn’t snuck into the room, it appeared the woman crouched over the dead man hadn’t heard her and would never notice her if left to her own devices.… Read the rest
The car pulled into the lot. Parked between the fifth and sixth ring of sale vehicles. Stopped.
Walking away from the window, Abbie came to Christine, grabbed her arm.… Read the rest