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PartOne
Prologue
Sebastian
I raced to Josiah’s house after he called me to meet him at his house. His dad escaped custody.
Motherfucker escaped.
How the fuck did that even happen?
I pull up onto their street and park a few houses down the street from their home.
A set of headlights appears in my rearview mirror as a car parks behind me. I’d recognize that car anywhere. Josiah steps out of it and walks over to my passenger side. I roll down the window, and he dips his head inside. He places one hand on top of the car.
“Thanks for coming. Follow me,” Josiah instructs.
We walk up to the house, and I notice all the lights are on inside despite the signs that someone’s home, it's eerily quiet.
“Something’s not right,” Josiah whispers as he pulls out his Glock from the back of his jeans. I follow suit and pull my gun out.
“Fuck,” he whisper-yells.
“What?” I ask, wondering what he's looking at. As we approach the front of the house, that’s when I see it. The door has been kicked in.
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath.
“Go in the back,” Josiah says.I nod and do as he says, keeping my head low as I pass by the windows on the side of the house. I let out a breath, not knowing what the hell I'm walking into.
Once I reach the back door, I peek into the kitchen window for any signs of movement but don't see any.
It's still quiet.
Too quiet.
Sudden commotion and yelling coming from inside the house have me on full alert.
POW!
A gunshot roars into the air.
“FUCK!” I burst through the back door. Pointing my gun straight ahead, I walk through the kitchen. The drawers are pulled out, a pot of water has boiled over on the stove, and chairs are knocked over.
Shit! This is not good.
I quietly walk down the narrow hall when my foot slips. I hold onto the wall to break my fall.
“Fucking Christ!” I whisper-yell to myself.
I look down to find the source of my almost slip.
My stomach travels up to my throat when I notice I'm standing in a puddle of blood.
What the holy hell?
The smell of copper makes my stomach turn, ready to let loose the tacos I ate before I got the call.I hear excruciating weeping as I follow the blood trail, my gun in hand.I move cautiously until I reach the end of the hall. My steps falter as I take in the scene in front of me.Josiah is holding onto his mother, who is drowning in a pool of her own blood.
What the fuck?
