Chapter 35
Brielle
Once I am finally able to breathe properly again – and he is satisfied I have no injuries - Allen helps me up.
“Was that the kind of thing you’re worried about?” I ask, and he just looks at me somberly.
“Okay, I get it now. The phone and laptop stay here. Anything else I should leave behind, just to be safe?”
“Your car. We’re taking my truck.”
“Fair enough.”
I brush off my clothes as Allen reaches over and removes a small clump of dirt, beautiful green blades of grass still attached, from my hair.
“Do I have time to take a shower?”
“Yes - but make it quick. We need to get moving.”
Pete hangs up from his phone call and announces, “Tucker’s on the way.”
The neighbor’s front door slamming proceeds an extremely loud, “What the hell you think you’re doing? Get off
