The SUV cut through the desert highway under the cloak of night, its engine a low growl. Jack gripped the steering wheel like it owed him blood. His eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t drift. Reidsville drew closer with every mile, and so did the silence in his chest—the one that only violence could resolve.
Five hours later, the first broken sign for Reidsville appeared. The town hadn’t changed. Still rusted over. Still forgotten by time. Jack parked behind an abandoned fueling station. No security detail. No back-up. Just a man, his memory, and his dagger.
He moved through the alleys like a whisper. He remembered. The alley. The shed. The false wall behind the butcher shop. That was where they kept Sarah all those years ago. He approached slowly, heart beating like thunder behind calm eyes.
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