Chapter 36 Seven at Mist Ridge

Evelyn’s POV

The thumb went down. The lock solenoid clicked, loud in the cab.

Old Kim dropped from the cargo bay with a pry bar, shoved the other three back toward me. "North," he said, slinging the iron over his shoulder. Two steps, he paused. "Van wasn't my idea." Then he turned the corner and did...

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