20
JAX
She was late, and she wasn’t answering my texts. The earlier encroaching fog covered the valley for real now that it was evening, and a northern wind was stirring cold in the air.
I started at the sound of my phone going off, and my heart sank when I saw it was a call from the police station.
“Charlie?”
“You better get down here right away, Jax.”
“What is it? Is Chloe OK?” I could’ve kicked myself for not going to the spa to find her earlier.
“It’s not Chloe; it’s her sister, and I’m afraid you’re not going to like what you see.”
“Is everyone OK?”
“Everyone but the telephone pole and your Z28, I’m afraid.”
The handle of my Pontiac was freezing cold against my hand, and I yanked it open to climb inside. There was a swirl of broken, black cloud overhead and the sunset shone
