Nobody spoke.
The sheriff’s words seemed to freeze the entire parking lot.
Daniel just crossed into the county.
The evening breeze carried the smell of rain and gasoline, but all I could smell was fear.
Not the distant kind.
The immediate kind.
The kind that settled in your chest and refused to let you breathe.
I stared at Sheriff Collins.
“What do you mean… he crossed into the county?”
The sheriff removed his hat and rubbed a tired hand over his face.
“My deputies picked up his rental vehicle about thirty minutes ago.”
My stomach tightened.
“Are you sure it was him?”
Collins nodded.
“We confirmed it from traffic cameras.”
I felt the ground tilt beneath me.
He was here.
Not his lawyers.
Not strangers.
Not hired men.
Daniel.
The man I’d spent weeks trying to outrun.
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