24. River

RIVER

I pulled the truck to a halt outside the workshop to see Mike urgently waving me down.

As he hauled the door of the truck open and yanked me out, I looked at him, confused and somewhat concerned. "Mike? Are you okay?"

He shoved a piece of paper in my chest. "Clarry came. He told me to give you this. I'm not sure what's happening, but it don't sound like anything good."

We both turned our heads as the siren from the Mulligan's Mill fire truck echoed from across town.

I grabbed the note Mike gave me.

I read the words and whispered, "Oh fuck!"

"Whatever you gotta do, take the truck."

"Thanks, but I need to get there faster than that." I handed Mike his keys and pulled the keys to my motorcycle out of my pocket. "I gotta get there now."