Reed knew he had gotten somewhere. He had finally found a clue that could lead him to Ralph, but he also knew he had to see his daughter and mother before he went on this new lead. So he took his car and drove back to the cabin, where they were staying, he owed his daughter and mother his presence, his attention, his time,So he decided to stop at a convenience store on his way to the cabin, to grab a toy for his daughter.He wanted to surprise her, to make her smile. He knew she loved stuffed animals, especially pink ones. He hoped he could find one that she would like.He parked his car by the store and got out. The neighborhood didn't seem like a good place. It was filled with graffiti walls and people buying drugs in broad daylight, courtesy of Walker's drug trafficking syndicate.Reed cursed under his breath. He hated Walker, he hated what he had done to the city. He had to stop him, he had to expose him, he had to put an end to his crimes.He entered the store and greeted the ca
Reed slowly approached the cabin, his eyes scanning the dark woods for any sign of movement. He had been driving for hours, avoiding the main roads and the checkpoints. He parked the car behind a thick cluster of trees and he checked his pistol, making sure it was loaded and ready and a toy he had bought for Mandy.He didn't expect any trouble, but he couldn't afford to be careless.Walker was still on the prowl, Reed got out, then walked to the cabin.He then stood before the rustic cabin, its wooden exterior blending seamlessly into the darkened forest backdrop.The only sounds were the occasional rustle of leaves and the gentle symphony of nocturnal creatures and the annoying sounds of crickets.He moved with a cautious step, mindful of the tranquility that enveloped the surroundings.His movements were deliberate as he approached the cabin, his breath barely audible in the stillness of the night.The soft glow emanating light in the windows from within suggested that everyone was
Kayla clutched the phone, her voice trembling as she whispered into it.“Please, can you come and pick me up?” Her words were choked, the desperation palpable. “Reed, I need you.”Reed’s voice crackled through the line, suspicion in his tone. “Why? What happened, Kayla?”“It’s Mike,” she replied, her voice breaking. “He attacked me. I managed to call the police, but he ran off, and I don’t know where he is. Reed, I’m scared.”Margie, stood nearby, her disapproval evident. “What does she want?” she snapped, her patience worn thin.“Mom, hold on,” Reed said, his eyes never leaving Kayla’s trembling form. “Kayla, what are the police saying?”“Honestly, they ain’t much help,” Kayla confessed. “They’re treating it very lightly. Reed, please, I won’t cause any problems. And I know Mandy is there with you. Mike told me before it all went down. She needs her mother, Reed.”Reed’s jaw tightened. “So this is what it’s all about, huh? You want to take Mandy away from me?”“No, Reed,” Kayla plead
Reed's car rolled to a stop in front of Kayla's apartment building. It wasn't a grand building, just a cozy apartment nestled in a quiet corner of the cityReed reached inside, Reed’s approaching the stairs, his eyes caught sight of pieces of shattered glass scattered strewn across the floor.The window by the stairs had been smashed, shards glinting like malevolent stars. He rapped his knuckles against the door, the sound echoing in the silence. “Reed?” Kayla’s voice came from the other side, a mixture of relief and fear. “Yes, it’s me,” he replied, his voice hoarse. The door swung open, revealing Kayla’s tear-streaked face. His eyes widened as he took in her disheveled appearance—the bruise on her cheek, the blanket she covered herself with.Before he could react, she lunged forward, arms outstretched. Reed stepped back, avoiding her embrace. “Sorry,” Kayla whispered, her voice fragile. “Are you alone?” Reed asked, scanning the apartment behind her. The living room was a war zone:
Walker paced around his living room, His men stood in a semi-circle, their eyes downcast, shoulder’s tense.They were seasoned and loyal, but today, they felt the weight of their leader’s wrath.His men stood stiffly before him, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and nervousness.They knew better than to incur Walker's wrath, especially when he was in such a volatile state.“Reed and his mum,” Walker spat out the words like venom. “How can two people vanish into thin air? You said you searched every corner of this city, turned over every stone, and still, nothing!” His voice echoed off the living room, the room absorbing his frustration.The men exchanged glances, their silence a testament to their shared unease.Walker had always been a hard taskmaster, but today was different.Today, fear radiated from him like heat from a furnace. They’d seen him angry, but never like this.“Compelling evidence,” Walker continued, his pacing quickening. “They’ve got something on me, I know i
The morning light filtered through the cabin’s curtains, casting a soft glow on the worn-out couch where Reed had spent a restless night, consciousness slowly returned to him, he blinked groggily, the conversations of the previous night flooding back into his mind The chirping of birds outside filled the woods, their melodic symphony a stark contrast to the turmoil that had plagued his dreams.With a weary sigh, Reed pushed himself up from the couch, his muscles protesting the sudden movement after a restless night and staggered to his feet, his head heavy with fatigue.The others were still asleep—their breathing steady, their faces peaceful. He tiptoed across the creaky wooden floor, careful not to wake anyone. He reached the window, its glass slightly fogged from the chill of the night. Pulling the curtain aside, Reed scanned the surroundings.The forest stretched out before him, a tapestry of greens and browns. Squirrels darted along the branches, their bushy tails twitching. A d
The steam-filled bathroom enveloped Reed as he stepped into the shower, the sound of rushing water drowning out the world outside.With practiced ease, he shed his clothes, the weight of his responsibilities falling away with each garment that hit the floor.Reaching out, he turned the tap, the cold water ran over him in a refreshing torrent.The shock of the chill sent shivers down his spine, but Reed welcomed the sensation, relishing in the wakefulness it brought.Closing his eyes, Reed let the water wash over him, the rhythmic pulse of the shower easing the tension that stung within him.He reached for the bar of soap, its familiar scent grounding him in the present as he began to lather his body.But even as he scrubbed away the grime of the previous day's trials, flickers of memories came rushing in on of his mind.Memories of hardship and struggle, of the darkness that had threatened to consume him during his time in prison.Reed pushed the memories aside, forcing himself to foc
Walker sat in his study, the soft glow of his computer screen casting eerie shadows across the room.He was engrossed in the thoughts of his handling Reed blackwater, his mind buzzing with thoughts of power and control, when the shrill ring of his phone shattered the silence.With a sigh, Walker reached for the device, his brow furrowing in annoyance as he answered the call. "Yes?" he snapped, his voice dripping with impatience."Mr. Walker, it's Detective Jones," came the voice on the other end of the line, crisp and authoritative.Walker's interest piqued at the mention of the detective's name.Jones was a useful asset, one of the few individuals in the city with enough influence to keep Walker's darker dealings under wraps."What do you want, Jones?" Walker asked, his tone wary."I've heard that you're looking for Reed Blackwater," Detective Jones replied, his voice tinged with a hint of urgency.Walker's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Reed's name. "Yes, I am," Walker conf