Chapter 247

Creighton turned onto the road that led to their home and saw the van driving toward him. Another of Sabrina’s deliveries, he thought. At least he knew all was well for now. What he needed to do was get them all on a plane and out of the area until that bastard was caught. He would put out a reward for his capture, a large reward, which would make anyone who saw him, even those who may be hiding him, eager to turn tail and call the police.

As he pulled the car to a halt in front of his parents’ house, he saw Clark hurry to the porch, waving him in. Creighton jumped out of the car and ran up the stairs in one leap. He hurried into the kitchen to find his parents sitting at the table, a dirty old backpack sitting on the floor beside his father’s feet. Creighton frowned as he finally registered his father holding a bloody rag to his shoulder.

“I’m alright son,” William said, his voice slightly weaker than he had hoped it would be.

“What happened?” Creighton insisted, accepting the tearfu