The Return of Adam Sanders

CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED & SEVEN

They got out of the van and Cecil followed Logan right behind him as he led them into the woods, trying to locate their hideouts by the border.

“Hope we get there soon,” Cecil said breathlessly,

While walking, they were still being careful and being on the lookout for the men who had nearly attacked them and were relieved to see that they had lost track of them.

“Mother.”

Logan called out to Cecil.

“We’d bury her body here when we're done with her.” He said pointing at a corner by the border,

“That way, they would not be able to trace or find her body.” He added as he continued to move down the sloppy roads that led to the hideouts.

“Smart boy,” Cecil responded, with a nod and a smirk.

After what seemed like a marathon walk, they finally got to the hideout. The place looked like an abattoir but was for the sale of human parts as there was blood all around and all over the place.

Cecil’s breath rasped as she clutched her arms tightly, she looked around and found what seemed like