Twenty
Jake
Sleep was no friend of mine last night. I’d received a text from this anonymous asshole around midnight, and I’ve been staring at it ever since.
xxx-xxx-6334: I’m going to find your wife. She’s MINE.
Even though it’d been late, I called Terry to let him know what happened. The number came from one of the same numbers on Ellie’s phone. All I could think about was what would happen if that fucker did find Ellie. My bags are packed and I’m ready to head to Canada. My flight leaves the day after tomorrow. Terry worked his magic and I’m flying under an alias, to make sure my whereabouts can’t be traced.
The doorbell rings and by the time I get to the door, the FedEx truck is leaving my driveway. I pick up the large envelope and it’s from Arizona—the contract for our new house.
