KADE MURPHY
Finally, the car pulled onto a dirt road that cut through a forest. Kade followed, but slowed the car down to a crawl and doused the headlights.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted the car parked near the two-story house.
The only illumination was the full moon. Everything was dark, including the porch light. The hair rose on the back of his neck.
He parked, got out of the car, and jogged around the perimeter of the forest until he was a few feet from the house. He unholstered his gun, flicked off the safety, and crept closer.
Before he got within a foot of the porch, a woman's scream and the blast of rifle had him on the ground, rolling toward the cover of the parked car.
He peered over the top of the hood. The front door opened, the body of man flopped out, then the door slammed. Kade waited a few seconds then crawled on his belly toward the pouch.
The man lay on his side, blood seeping from a wound in his shoulder.
Shit.
