The voicemail changed everything. Nobody said it out loud but everyone felt it. Finn was alive and that should have been good news.
Instead it felt like the beginning of another problem.
I barely slept before Casey burst into the clubhouse just after sunrise carrying his laptop and looking more awake than anyone had a right to be.
“We found him.” Casey said and the room went silent as Blade stood up.
“Where?” Blade asked and Casey turned the screen toward us.
“Abandoned storage facility about forty minutes outside county lines.” He said and Drake was already grabbing his keys.
“Let’s go.” Drake said and nobody argued.
Within ten minutes I was riding behind Drake while Blade led the convoy down a cracked highway lined with empty fields and abandoned businesses.
The entire rid
