KYRIE.
It was a two-hour drive. But, two hours my ass.
I got there in just under ninety minutes, and that’s with the shitty roads and speed limits I ignored on purpose. My tires hissed against the gravel as I pulled up in front of a beat-up bungalow with a rusty-ass gate and a paint job that had clearly given up on life.
The place looked like poverty had taken a seat and decided to stay.
Cole was parked outside in his black SUV, hiding in plain sight as usual.
The moment he saw me, he stepped out, adjusting his cuffs, and he walked up to me.
“She’s in there?” I asked, sliding on my shades as I slammed my car door shut.
"Yes, she is," Cole replied.
"Let's go, then."
Cole stared at me with a surprised expression.
"Just like that?" He asked, stunned.
I c****d a brow. “You want to
