The Werewolf and the Money – 3

We reached the airport without incident. No sign of the truck. Tracy, I noticed, slumped to her right, close to the door, far from me. I passed the main entrance to the airport, aiming instead for the maintenance road, which would take us to the field. I cut the headlights before turning on it; the... Continue Reading →


Blog at

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: