The Reed Montgomery Series Box Set by Logan Ryles

Author:Logan Ryles [Ryles, Logan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ryker Morgan Publishing
Published: 2019-10-31T22:00:00+00:00

Thirteen

Reed drove north out of Cherokee and into Graham County. The sun broke over the horizon, draping the rural mountain roads in a warm glow that reflected off the frosty tree limbs. In the tiny town of Robbinsville, the old truck squeaked like a rusty tractor as it rolled to a stop. It was a Ford, maybe a mid-seventies model, with rotten floorboards and a cracked windshield. A few years’ worth of mud and grime clung to the body panels, covering the faded bumper stickers and empty soda bottles. The power steering was gone, and the alignment was way out, making it a constant battle to keep the battered vehicle on the road. But the truck ran, and at this point, that was all he could ask for.

Still better than walking.

At a gas station, the engine died as Reed pulled the ignition wires apart. His head ached. His body ached. The muscles in his toes ached. The injuries from the chaos in Atlanta were far from healed, and the bitter wind that swept through the open floorboard of the truck served to numb the skin and make every part of him stiffen. Add to that the injuries and battering of the night before, and he felt about as worn and creaky as his ride.

He dug through his pockets and found the bottle of heavy-duty pain killers that Kelly left him. The pills tasted bitter as they rolled over his tongue and he swallowed them dry. He was reluctant to dull his mind with any opioid, but at this stage, the surging pain was a greater threat to his focus.

In a few moments, he took a mental inventory of what gear he had left on his person. It wasn’t much—most of his essential equipment had been in the backpack, and everything else was in the truck. The only thing he had on him was the knife, handgun, a few magazines, a flashlight, a fake South Carolina driver’s license, sixty bucks, a lighter, and half a dozen cigarettes—hardly the stuff of a war-ready killer. Not even any communication.

Wait.

Reed suddenly remembered his phone in the interior pocket of his jacket. The phone had vibrated right before he launched the first mortar, but at the time, he hadn’t given it a second thought. Now the reality rang clear in his tired mind: His phone vibrated only for a few critical contacts.

When he unlocked it, the first notification he got was for a low battery. He dismissed the warning and navigated to the single text message. It was from Oliver.

Nice try Reed. Enjoy The Wolf.

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