Chapter 27
I leapt high over the wall. It took me about ten minutes to run through the forest and find the road I thought Liam was talking about. The forest felt different in daylight. Warmer and brighter. I didn’t like it.
Standing in the center of the dirt road, I looked both directions. Listen for him, Liam had said. I closed my eyes and focused. Not far away, I heard an animal, probably a rabbit, moving through shrubbery. I listened to its quiet movements. Calculated. Careful.
And then I heard a rhythmic thumping. I whirled around, searching for the sound. I took a few steps forward. Definitely this direction.
It wasn’t long before I realized the sound was a bass drum, muffled by the walls of metal. I rounded a bend in the road and spotted the back of a black 1967 Chevy Impala. It
