Chapter 13
Nolan found himself once again leaving the apartment at dawn, his trusty strawberry Pop Tart in his back pocket. Now that it wasn’t raining, he was able to wrestle the slashed tire off his car and replace it with a sketchy looking donut tire he had found in the trunk. Once it was in place, he gave it an experimental kick and decided it wasn’t ideal, but it would do.
He wanted to mash the gas pedal to the floor and get to Sutton’s Mill as fast as possible, but good sense took over and he decided not to put too much strain on the spare tire. The nearly thirty miles felt like it took hours and hours. The heavy early morning traffic didn’t help matters.
His heart raced as he pulled into the driveway behind Rick’s truck. He tried to play it cool, but he practically ran to the fron
