Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Joel could tell something wasn’t right a quarter-mile before reaching his long gravel driveway. Call it a feeling, call it providential knowledge, call it educated paranoia. But he knew his property wasn’t secure from the moment he first saw it through the trees along the final stretch of still-unimproved road.
“Are we there?” Jessie asked. “All this bumping is bothering me.”
Joel hesitated to answer. He regretted switching passengers at the rest stop. To be sure, Archer wasn’t great company either, and not a terribly efficient ally in an emergency. But at least he wasn’t annoying.
“Almost,” was all Joel could think to reply.
“Joel, I know we haven’t been getting along. But can we get past it now? I think it was just the road affecting me, you know? A
