Bishop knew that something was wrong before he even opened the door. There was something different in the air, something rank and acidic that made him hesitate to leave the house for his morning run. His senses weren’t usually so supernaturally honed, but maybe that just spoke to how unpleasant this surprise was going to turn out to be once he opened the door.
...And indeed, it was the last thing he wanted to see in the entire world waiting for him outside.
Bishop ignored the dark luxury sedan parked on the dirt twenty feet from the house and began jogging along the faded trail, fully intent on ignoring the man who began climbing out of the backseat.
“Bishop!”
He continued to ignore him. The old man would fracture a hip if he tried to run after him. So as long as he got out of range
