Indie
Closer - Kings of Leon
Whydidn’tIthinkto wear correct footwear?
My once white sneakers are caked in mud, and if I could hear over the swaying of leaves around me, I bet they’re squeaking like clown shoes.
There was a dip in the verge about two hundred yards down from where we parked, and it provided the perfect entrance way without me having to take a run and jump.
My feet are already soaked, and I swear my big toe is numb.
Also, I’m five foot fucking four. I don’t need to look like I’ve rolled in the dirt like a dog.
I place the Bluetooth speaker into my ear. “Can you hear me?”
“Yeap. No crackling.”
My finger taps against the plastic. That was one thing that began worrying me the further I dipped into the forest, besides from the potential frostbite my feet might succumb to.
The signal is already bad on our cell phones, we don’t have enough feeds, but at least the communication through the earpieces is strong.
I rely on Regina’s senses more than any of her fancy technology.
It takes me around twenty minutes to walk through foliage, having to snap various branches and clamber over collapsed trunks to stay hidden.
And doing this at night?
I could end up lost when making a run for it.
Hopefully, I’ll be able to exit closer to the property with Callum and hop in the car.
My heart does a thump against my ribcage. I won’t be able to do this one like the rest; there’s no way this one can pass as a home invasion.
Now, I’m going to either have to give the kid to Regina, head back and make it look like an accidental fire engulfed this motherfucker, or drug him up so much and dump him out in the water somewhere.
I could make it look like he took his own life, but again, with the police attention already on this, they’d likely look at Victoria first.
My groan breaks through the sound of nature; death by water or fire it is.
I’m going to need to do a crash course on how to get away with either. And it feels as thoughI’mhaving a damn baptism by fire.
I might be a killer, but arson hasn’t hit my skill set.
Yet.
“Is everything okay out there?” Regina comes through my ear.
“All good, I’m just going to need to spend some time lurking the dark web to get away with this one.”
I don’t know how to work my way through the damn thing; I rely on my best friend for that shit. “Happy to be of service,” she chimes.
I slow to a stop a couple hundred feet before the cabin.
“Camera’s all good?” I ask, ducking to see if I can spot where the backyard feed is.
“Already rolling on the recording. You can head in.”
My hand taps off the tree, and I tug my hood over my head, pulling the zipper right up until it’s under my eyes, then stroll towards the back porch.
