Ali blinked."Like the country singer?"
"Yeah.Try not to hold it against me."
As Tim started the engine, Ali's phone buzzed with an incoming call.She glanced at the screen and her blood turned to ice water.
Sheriff Cottonmouth.
"Don't answer it," Tim said, noting her expression.
But as Ali stared at her Cottonmouth's name on the screen, a terrible certainty settled in her gut.He knew.Somehow, he already knew she was with Tim.
Which meant their little medical supply run had just become a lot more complicated.
"Tim," she said as the phone kept ringing, "I think we have a problem."
"What kind of problem?"
"The kind where my stepfather somehow knows I'm with you and is probably already mobilizing half the state police to stop us."
Tim's knuckles went white on the steering wheel."How could he possibly know that?"
Ali thought about Cottonmouth's network of informants, his paranoid surveillance of anything he considered a threat, his particular hatred for supernatural communities.
"Because he's been watching the supernatural trucking network for months," she said slowly."And he's probably got eyes on every truck stop, every supply depot, every place you guys gather."
The phone finally stopped ringing, only to immediately start up again.
"Well," Tim said, his voice carrying a note of grim determination, "I guess we're about to find out how far he's willing to go to stop us."
Ali stared at the phone as it rang again, then made a decision that was either brilliant or completely insane.
She answered the call.
"Hello, Sheriff."
Chapter 3
