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started
to laugh.
    “It’s a rabbit.” He pointed to where he’d
spotted it.
    I let my breath out in a huff. “Holy shit…
let’s get back to the shop.”
    We jogged the rest of the way to the front
door.
    Grant frowned. “Max, dude, you can’t just run
out like that.”
    I gave a shake of my head. “It’s not an
issue, guys. It’s done and over with. We didn’t see anything out
there except for a rabbit.” I glanced up at the clock. Two hours.
My phone vibrated and I jumped over the chair to get to it.
    ‘Stop worrying. We’re alright’
    I punched in a happy face. ‘Where are
you?’
    ‘I’m at the house checking on Iggy. Be there
in fifteen.’
    I sat on the couch, relief making my whole
body tingle. I looked up and found the others looking at me
expectantly.
    “They’re ok. They’ll be back in about fifteen
minutes.”
    My phone vibrated before kicking to my
favorite Irish song. All it said was ‘private number’.
    “Gabby here.”
    “Gabby! I need help!” John’s voice
cracked.
    “John! Where are you?”
    “Oh, shit.” His voice was a shaky
whisper.
    I grabbed the boxes of ammo from the table
and looked at my crew. I could see Lizzy looking at us from the
railing upstairs.
    “Max, you’re with me.” I didn’t need a
situation while I was gone.
    “Gabby, dude, I’m the one with the high speed
chases under his belt. I’ll drive.” Brent grabbed the keys form
Pete.
    “No. I’ll explain later, but I’m taking Max.
The rest of you stay put. You do not open that door for anyone but
me or Lane. You do NOT go outside. I don’t care if Jesus himself
knocks on the door and tells you it’s safe; you stay inside!”
    Brent shrugged and tossed Max the keys. Grant
was already opening the overhead door.
    Max peeled out of the yard and looked at me.
“Where to?”
    “John! John! Are you still there? Where are
you? We’re coming to get you!”
    I strained to hear as he whispered something
into the phone.
    “What?”
    “Kinsmen Park.” His whisper shook. “By the
kiddie pool.” His phone beeped to indicate it was about to die.
“Gabs. Please.”
    Max accelerated and our tires left the ground
as we crossed the intersection of fifteenth street and fifteenth
avenue.
    “We just got into town, John. Just hang on
and try to stay quiet.” My heart pounded in my chest. Max ran red
light after red light and turned left onto central. I had a
fleeting thought that it sure was empty on the streets. The truck
jumped the curb and Max drove straight into the park.
    I screamed, sure we were about to hit a tree.
Max managed to maneuver between the two pines without killing us. I
scanned the park. “There!”
    Max swerved so he was on a straight collision
course with three Yellow Eyes. He glanced at me quickly and I
nodded, knowing he was asking my permission to run them over. I
still had no clue what the hell was going on, but if anyone with
yellow eyes came anywhere near me again, I wasn’t giving them the
chance to try and kill me. The truck thudded over two of them and I
swore under my breath as the third one managed to get out of the
way. Max screeched to a halt and I jumped out, taking aim at the
man who stopped short.
    “I will shoot you,” I warned. I frowned at
the confusion in his yellow eyes. Was it possible this one had a
clue about what was happening? His clothing was covered in dried
and wet blood and his blond hair was matted to his head.
    “Gabby!”
    I heard John start down one of the trees
behind me and cringed as he lost his footing and fell to the
ground.
    “Are you ok?” I kept my eyes and gun trained
on the man in front of me. The Yellow Eyes went from confused to
terrified.
    John sucked in a breath. “Max, are you
ok?”
    I frowned, torn between the need to keep the
man in my sights and the urge to look at Max.
    “Max?”
    The man in front of us decided to take
advantage of our slight disorder and charged us. My heart pounded
against my ribs at the same moment my finger