Not able to bear the unknown another second, I asked him, “What’s in the bag?” As I nudged my head towards it, while I loaded the rest of our supplies and gear into the back of the vehicle.
Jacob let out a nervous chuckle, like he had been busted doing something wrong, telling me that whatever it was in the bag that it was something he shouldn’t have. Staring at the black duffle bag, it didn’t take me long to realize who was the actual owner of it, because our town’s name was embroidered on the side of it in big bold letters. It was clear that whatever was inside this bag Jacob had stolen while we were busy loading the sport utility vehicle from the fire station.
A low growl rumbled in my chest, as my eyes moved back to look at Jacob, who took a step back from me, throwing his hands up
