“I saw someone outside. A black shadow moved near the veranda. Logan, what should we do?”
"Are you sure?" Logan lowered his feet to the floor. He clenched his jaw and tried to endure the excruciating pain. But he had to move right now. Riley helped him to get off the cot by holding his back.
"This is your cell phone. What are we going to do, Logan? There's no one here but the two of us."
Logan checked his dead phone, then tucked it into his jeans pocket. He was still wearing the same clothes he wore this morning. He was grateful that Roberto only tore off the part of his sleeve that had an injured arm. At least, he could get out of that house without bothering to change clothes.
“We have to get out of here. You said Roberto left because someone picked him up? He didn't bring his own pi
