It was close to eleven Wednesday night when Colt’s phone rang. He took it out while checking to be certain there was no traffic coming in either direction. There wasn’t, so he stepped out from between two parked cars to cross the street—frowning when he saw Blocked Number on the caller ID, which meant he had no idea who was calling. Seconds later he was being roughly hauled backwards, landing hard against the hood of one of the cars.
“What the hell?”
“That.” The man who had a grip on his arm pointed to a dark sedan driving without lights down the darkened street. “One step further and you’d have been roadkill.”
“f**k!” Colt sucked in a harsh breath as he watched the car brake and make a fast U-turn before heading back in their direction.
“Dude, I think we’d both better get a move-on,”
