I got up, used the bathroom, and checked the time on my phone. Almost 8:30 a.m. And I had a text message from an unknown number.
Cole. It took me a while to remember you. I’m not my sharpest these days. Please come see me as soon as possible. We need to talk.—Deborah
I nearly dropped the phone. This was huge. The message had come through an hour ago. I sent a reply: I’ll be there in 30 min.
After a quick shave and change of clothes, I grabbed my bag and rushed out the door. It was only sprinkling now, but dark clouds loomed in the distance. I ran to my car and unlocked it, but before I could get in, I realized something was wrong. I stepped back and looked down.
Both driver-side tires were flat. I checked the passenger side. Same thing. Each tire had a gash in the sidewall.
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