He put his laptop away and re-shelved the book as quickly as he could, and made a flimsy excuse to the librarian before bolting. He cursed himself for having walked, for thinking that getting the exercise was more important than time.
Well, he didn’t need to walk back, did he? Sure, jeans weren’t the most comfortable running clothes, but he had more important problems on his mind right now.
Cameron made it back to the duplex in record time. He threw open the door to his car and grabbed the iron crowbar inside. It might not be much of a weapon, but it was what he could grab, and he needed everything he could get right now. Then, he locked the door behind him and raced into the backyard.
Jason lay sprawled out on the soft, dark ground. An open pit lay beside him, carefully dug to one foot
