Chapter 34: X Marks the Spot
I carried the Colt .45 in my left hand and steered the ATV over Barefoot Beach at forty-five miles per hour in hopes of not spilling the machine over in the sand. Wind raced through my hair and over the smooth edges of both shoulders. It beat against my chest, mixing with the relentless drum of my heart. My mind was in a panic and I became feverish, fearing Christopher’s insanity, and that Brayden was unquestionably in trouble. Any fool would have known this, especially after having dealt with Christopher’s uncivil and questionable behavior in the past. He meant to be dangerous and thrived off utter craziness. His thinking was off-kilter. Everything about the man was of lunacy, which I had to take serious, or Brayden wouldn’t see tomorrow’s dawn.
A full blown
