Page 60 of Don't Leave Me Behind
Totally… yea… who does that?
E-Man
I also heard he took home two burgers yesterday.
Addy
That’s really not that impressive. I can eat three… easy
E-Man
Correction
Two full meals
Tobes
Yea… I’m still not getting the correlation….
E-Man
Jesus. It’s suspicious with all the other evidence
Merc D
Is it?
Fucking hell.I swear these guys are trying to run me off again. Goddamn small towns with their busybody gossip tree. If Bertie weren’t best friends with Ethan, I’d probably go tell her off. As it stands, she’s been around the Kane family longer than me, so I don’t think that would go over well with anyone at this point.
No wonder Leni didn’t want anyone in town to know she’s home. There is no way it’d stay a secret for long. I forgot how little privacy you have in a place like Hillcreek.
I’m about to respond to the group text when dispatch calls my number over the radio.
“2799, Halfor SO.”
“Halfor SO, 2799.”
“2799, we have reports of a domestic at Cross Point, lot twenty-two. Unknown injuries at this time, ambulance and backup have been dispatched, Halfor SO.”
“Copy SO, you can mark me en route.”
“Copy that.”
Dispatch wouldn’t know this, but Cross Point is the trailer park where I grew up.
As far as I know, Caleb Traeger is still rotting in lot fourteen. I haven’t seen him since the Kanes came for me when I was fifteen, nearly sixteen. Brooks and Orson came crashing in through the trailer door when they heard him screaming. He might have killed me that time if they hadn’t shown up. Brooks hauled him off me and dropped him with one right hook to the jaw. I’d never been so in awe of someone in my whole life. He took me out to the truck, and when Orson came back out, he had a bag of my stuff and some kind of understanding with my dad. He wasn’t to contact me, and I never had to go back.
“2799, Halfor SO, we are unable to get a clear idea of the suspect and the number of victims in the home. RP is a ten-year-old girl. Unknown of any weapons at this time.”
My chest squeezes as I reach for my radio, pulling it close to my mouth. “Copy SO, I’m arriving in the area.”
“Copy that.”
“2799, 2700.” Mercer’s voice comes across the radio as I navigate the little roads to find lot twenty-two.
“2700, go ahead.” I lean forward, watching the lots as I pass by.
“2799 wait for backup to arrive before entering the premises.”
