Chapter 27

Matt impatiently waited for Williamson to pick him up on the corner. The Joneses got stopped by a stoplight, but it wasn’t going to stay red forever.

Williamson’s truck appeared in the distance. He quickly pulled up and stopped the truck Matt hopped in. “If they go through the last stoplight at the end of Second Street, pull over and let them get some distance. That’s the way to the sawmill. We don’t want to follow them too closely on a back road. It might spook them.”

“That’s a big 10-4,” Williamson said and pulled off.

“By the way, if you ever text me again saying you can’t talk now, I’ll throw you through a fuckin’ window,” Matt threatened. He had waited and waited on Williamson for information on what was going on in the diner. Matt had finally cracked and texted him.

“I told you she was fine and she was getting something to eat before I told you I couldn't talk,” Williamson said defensively.

“I didn’t know what happened. What the fuck went on in there?”

“The Joneses ate and left.