Don't Come Home by Bea Bledsoe

Author:Bea Bledsoe [Bledsoe, Bea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-16T16:00:00+00:00

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Leigh stared at the closed door in shock before lunging forward and pounding her fists on it.

“What do you mean?” She screamed. “Come back! What do you mean? Goddammit!” She pounded hard, her voice cracking. “Come back! Please! Please! Open the door!”

Through the window near the door, she saw lace curtains shift and something black poke between them. It was the muzzle of a shotgun. Henry grabbed her and pulled her back.

“Leigh! Come on! He has a gun.”

She felt herself slipping in his arms, felt her sanity falling away as she gestured back at the house. “You can’t do this!” She yelled as Henry dragged her back toward the car. “There was a town there! My town. My people!” She sank against Henry with a wail. “Where are they?” Angry tears were streaming down her face now. “Where are they?” Henry wrapped his arms around her like it was the most natural thing in the world. She pressed her face into his shirt and moaned. “What do we do now?”

He pulled her closer towards him.

“I don’t know.” He answered.

Leigh wiped her eyes with her palms and stepped back, feeling embarrassed. “Sorry…about that.”

Eyes the color of river pebbles found hers as he pressed her hands against his chest. “Don’t ever apologize to me again. Your parents are missing. You are allowed to feel everything.”

Leigh gave the house behind him one last withering look. The shotgun remained pointed out the window, and behind it she could see Paul’s hulking shape. She took a long, jagged breath as she slid into the driver’s seat.

“I think maybe it’s time to head to the Wyoming FBI office, wherever that is.”

Henry nodded. “I was thinking the same thing.” She flipped the car into reverse and was pulling out of the driveway when something caught the corner of her eye. Leigh slammed on the brake and sat forward with a jolt, her eyes glued to the rearview mirror.

“Look.” She whispered. There, written in small white lettering written across the back windshield, was a message. It stretched along the top of the window, invisible to the naked eye unless you were looking in the rearview.

Rattlesnake Range. 4:00 p.m. Come alone.

Leigh met Henry’s eyes. “The son! He must have written it when we were inside.”

Henry’s face broke into a cautious smile.

“Looks like we aren’t dead in the water after all. What time is it now?”

Leigh glanced at the dashboard, already putting the car in reverse. “It’s 3:28. He must have left the message and taken off. If we leave now, we should be able to make it. I think Rattlesnake Range is just outside of Cody.”

Leigh spun the wheel and sped away from the house, the lace curtains moving ever so slightly as they drove away.

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