CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
Mackenzie climbed the ladder as quietly as she could but the sides still made that groaning metallic sound she had heard minutes ago while she had passed through the grain field. The first time the ladder made the complaint, it was soft and barely there at all. But the second time she made it, when she was just shy of having reached the halfway point, it was louder and quite grating.
A nervous voice called out from somewhere overhead. “Who the f**k is down there?”
Mackenzie decided to stay quiet. Without any true understanding of Jimmy Gibbons, she didn’t know what the thought of an FBI agent tailing him might do to him. She did stop for a moment, though, looking up to see exactly where Gibbons and his apparent next victim were located. They were very close to the t
