Olivia
I settled into the passenger seat of Josiah’s SUV. My body still felt stiff and brittle, but at least I could walk, and my voice was coming back little by little. I felt a little smug for my victory.
Elton had a house on pack lands, not very far from the main house. It was built in the same rustic-luxury style, with rough hewn logs and huge glass windows. It seemed a waste that one man lived there all alone, when it could have accommodated a large family. We’d barely pulled up in front of the porch when the police cruiser pulled in behind us.
It seemed to me that they had purposely blocked us in. They got out of the car and walked toward ours. The one from the passenger side seemed normal enough, but the guy who exited from behind the wheel walked with a weird, almost thea
