Page 96 of Lethal Threat
At least I got a message out to him, but I’m going to need a cell signal if I’m going to get out of here.
Damned mountains. Stupid cell service. After five minutes, I still don’t have a signal.
I spend the next ten minutes looking for a spare set of keys. To what, I don’t know. Maybe there’s a vehicle tucked in that workshop.
There are no keys.
I tromp through the snow anyway. The door to the building is unlocked.At least something goes my way.All I find are tools. Nothing I can ride or drive.
Guess I’m walking.
It’s biting cold outside and almost nine at night by the time I walk to the main road.
This is a stupid idea. But I’m not waiting on Cole. Who knows when he’s going to be back. Besides, he’d insist I stay. Or try to help me look for Bryan.
I’ll never allow that to happen again. Ever.
So hitchhiking it is. The paring knife in my coat pocket isn’t much, but it would be enough to defend myself if worse came to worse.
But I’m far more likely to get frostbite. Or fall. The snow is hard and slick. My boots are all wrong for the weather.
Frankly, the conditions are horrible.
I spin and extend a thumb when a beam of light hits me from behind. Yes. A ride…
The first car that passes me slows down, but doesn’t stop. “Thank you!” I shout into the biting wind as the car’s lights red taillights disappear.
There’s not much traffic. It’s going to be a long, frigid night.
If my bone marrow wasn’t on fire with fury, I’d probably freeze to death.
I trudge toward town, hoping someone will get me to the convenience store that we passed on the way home from Cole’s parents.
Tucking deeper inside the hood of Cole’s blue parka, I duck my head against the snow.
Too bad the coat smells like him.
I wish I had another to wear, something that didn’t remind me of the man that destroyed my heart and may have killed my brother.
Chapter Thirty-One
COLE
Focus.Focus.Keep your fucking act together.
I narrow my eyes on the warehouse. Everything inside of me is crackling like there’s a downed electric wire loose in my chest.
Where the hell is Sierra?
I fight the urge to check the phone that’s been dead quiet in my pocket.
Fuck, this day is never gonna end.
When I get to steal a glance, the small hand on my tactical watch points to ten. My heart all but stops.
“Did she call?” One of my teammates asks.
I shake my head.
