Chapter 104 ✮⋆˙ 104 ˙⋆✮

Calder did not take me to a clubhouse, a safehouse, or a prison; he took me to a roadhouse that looked old enough to have buried bodies in its walls.

It sat beyond the city limits where the highway bent around dry hills and scrub, a low building of weathered wood, rusted signs, and windows so dark ...