Lash paced the expanse of a wraparound porch that had seen better days. They had driven for miles down an unpaved country road and then turned off onto a worn path that he wouldn’t have noticed if Chuy hadn’t directed him to it. They finally came to a stop at a two-story house. The house was a mix of white and grey where the paint had peeled off. Rust carpeted the metal roof, and the glass from every window was broken. Knee-high grass covered the ground as far as the eye could see, and there was not another house in sight. It was obviously abandoned. As isolated from prying eyes as it was, he couldn’t get rid of the anxious feeling that he needed to get Naomi out of Texas as soon as possible.
He glanced at his watch. “It’s been an hour.”
“He’s coming.” Chuy stretched out his legs from th
