Chapter 167

Mitch jogged to his four-wheel drive SUV, jumped in, and peeled out onto the highway. He had to get to Chase's ranch before Damien hurt his parents and before Ronnie arrived. He'd hold her hostage as well. What the hell does he want from me?

He widened the curves like a race car driver, using the inside lanes as a shortcut to reach the cutoff ahead of them. When he saw Ronnie's police cruiser parked beside the road, he exhaled, his fist slammed the steering wheel. No, no!

How far ahead of him were they? He scrambled out of the car, grabbed his long gun from the trunk, and headed up the hill toward his childhood fort. Clouds covered the moon, making it a dark night, but it didn't impede his hike. He'd done this many times as a teenager. He and his friends Chase, Dillon, and Elliott usually rode horses to the site, but Mitch only needed one wreck on a bronc ride at a rodeo to discourage him from ever riding the beasts again. Jogging in the dark wasn't unfamiliar to him, either. He kn