AnabelleI stood at the living room window and looked at the wreckage of the two motorcycles burning. Dark smoke filled the air and the fires were burning bright. Kane and his men were down in the parking lot and none of them looked all that pleased. Not that I could blame them. If somebody had blown up my car, I'd probably be pretty pissed off, too.
I wanted to go down and check on him, make sure he was okay, but I knew now wasn't the time. And more than anything, I wanted to tell him about the messages, about Michelle, and about what was going on. But I knew doing that would be signing her death warrant. And I couldn't do that. I wouldn't do that.
I had to go. Whoever the mysterious texter was had provided me a distraction. A brief window I could use to escape and I needed to take advan
