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\u201cShut up,\u201d Tris said. \u201cYou know you love us. We\u2019re your only friends.\u201d \u201cWe\u2019re not friends,\u201d Walker reminded him again. \u201cI don\u2019t have friends. What\u2019s this meeting all about, anyway?\u201d \u201cYou\u2019ll see,\u201d Tris said cryptically. Walker opened one of the storage compartments and dug through a stack of neatly folded clothes. \u201cWe won\u2019t make it to the site until tomorrow afternoon, and we\u2019ll have to make a few stops along the way for\u2026obvious reasons.\u201d<\/p>\n

They needed to dispose of the body in the woods along the way, similar to the way Early got rid of his victims. There was a long pause. \u201cWe?\u201d Walker frowned. \u201cWhat?\u201d \u201cYou said \u2018we,\u2019\u201d Tris said excitedly. There was another gasp, followed by a muffled thump and what sounded suspiciously like Cade swearing under his breath. \u201cOh, my God. Are you keeping him?\u201d \u201cKeeping who?\u201d Walker said, digging his palm deeper into his eye socket. \u201cHim. The kid, the one who almost\u2026you know,\u201d Tris said.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy are we censoring ourselves when we\u2019re on a secure line?\u201d Walker asked. \u201cIt never hurts to be overly cautious. And don\u2019t change the subject. Did you find your swan?\u201d \u201cMy what?\u201d \u201cThe poor little creature that imprints on you like a swan does its mother?\u201d<\/p>\n

Tris explained. Walker sighed. He found a shirt Kota wouldn\u2019t be swimming in, then stood there staring at it for several seconds as he processed the fact that this conversation was actually happening. The kid had been in his life less than twelve hours, and somehow, Tris had already decided he\u2019d adopted him. \u201cHah, I knew it.<\/p>\n

I totally knew it. Told you,\u201d he shouted to someone. Probably Cade. \u201cI didn\u2019t say any of that,\u201d Walker muttered. Which was technically true. Unfortunately, he\u2019d also never corrected him. \u201cYou didn\u2019t have to. I\u2019m very intuitive. Right, honey?\u201d \u201cYes, mouse, you\u2019re practically psychic,\u201d Cade said, sounding much closer than a moment ago. Close enough that Walker was forced to assume whatever \u201cexercise\u201d they\u2019d been doing had resumed.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan we finish what we started before this completely unnecessary phone call?\u201d There were very obvious kissing noises coming through the speaker now. Walker grimaced. Tris laughed. Then laughed again for no apparent reason. At this point, Walker wasn\u2019t entirely convinced Tris needed a reason to laugh. \u201cI\u2019m gonna go.\u201d \u201cSee you tomorrow night,\u201d Cade muttered. \u201cSay goodbye, mouse.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBye, mouse,\u201d Tris gasped. \u201cI\u2019ll pin the location.\u201d Walker closed his eyes. There was a brief rustle, a startled yelp from Tris, and Cade saying something too muffled to make out. Walker decided he did not want clarification. Then the line went dead. How had this become his life? Five years ago, he\u2019d been a solitary trucker with a murder contract and a cat. Now, he was apparently being psychoanalyzed by a hyperactive gamemaster while standing ten feet away from a corpse hidden in his truck. And, if Tris was to be believed, adopting a baby swan.<\/p>\n

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All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise), without the prior written permission of the publisher. This book is a work of fiction and does not represent any individual living or dead. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. Cover and Interior Formatting by We Got You Covered Book Design OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS 1. Kota 2. Walker 3.<\/p>\n

Kota 4. Walker 5. Kota 6. Walker 7. Kota 8. Walker Epilogue About the Author OceanofPDF.com In a turn of events that was a surprise to exactly nobody\u2014nobody being Dakota himself\u2014he realized his error in judgment about five minutes after it would have been helpful. Which, frankly, felt on brand. To say he was a bad judge of character would be the understatement of the century. There\u2019d been the girl with the red hair and the dragon tattoo who\u2019d stolen his heart, then his bank card.<\/p>\n

There was the bartender who disappeared for days at a time with both his car and his cash. He still had no idea where his car ended up. The guy swore he wasn\u2019t an alcoholic, which was pretty much the only thing he hadn\u2019t lied about. It wasn\u2019t alcohol, it was heroin. Still a dealbreaker. Even Kota had standards. Low standards, sure, but standards nonetheless. He blamed his shitty childhood, just like everyone else.<\/p>\n

And now\u2026now, he was about to be murdered by a serial killer. He almost laughed. Almost. A thin, hysterical edge buzzed under his ribs, the kind that meant his brain was frantically trying to protect him from the reality of what was happening. It was just so fucking absurd. Ten minutes ago, his life was falling apart, and now, it was about to end.<\/p>\n

He stared at the door of the cab of the eighteen wheeler, noting the lack of door handle and the missing door lock, the metal panel smooth and unforgiving where an escape should\u2019ve been. He\u2019d watched enough ID to know that wasn\u2019t normal. He glanced over at the man who\u2019d agreed to take him at least halfway to his destination just moments ago, after they\u2019d struck up a conversation outside the truck stop showers, then shared a meal together.<\/p>\n

Thinking about it now, he could see where he\u2019d ignored some major red flags\u2026 That felt like a lifetime ago.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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