Move, Vince. Get to Lyndall. Get the g*n.
Move, Vince. Get to Lyndall. Get the gun.His legs were lead.
His heart was stone.
A lifetime of memories was burning into nothing.
Vince stumbled, his heart jumping as he barely managed to keep on his feet. The ground was soggy and slippery. He moved to the very edge of the driveway where it was grass and just a bit firmer underfoot.
He sucked in air and forced himself to go faster, his muscles screaming a***e at their treatment. Visibility was low in the dark and the rain except those seconds of lightning. He had to avoid being seen yet try and pinpoint this madman.
Think it through.
Think it through.Almost at the path leading to Susie’s little orchard, Vince came to a halt, hard against a thick bush almost his height. From here the view of
