Page 44 of Property of Bob

The RV door opened and Pull stepped out. “All good.”

I looked at him. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

He handed me my keys and I took them. “Thanks.”

“We’ll be right here,” he said, moving to stand by Wannabe.

“Outside,” I clarified.

“Outside,” he confirmed.

“No knocking.”

Pull held up his hands. “Unless we need to.”

I narrowed my eyes.

Pull smiled. “Go.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I climbed into the RV and pulled the door shut behind me. Then I locked it.

For a few seconds, I just stood there.

Silence. My silence.

My tiny kitchen was exactly how I’d left it. The blanket I’d tossed over the back of the couch was crooked. A coffee mug sat upside down beside the sink. My shoes were kicked underneath the little table.

Nothing special, but it was mine. I dropped my keys onto the counter and my shoulders relaxed. “Thank God.”

I moved to the couch and sat down. The cushion sank beneath me in the familiar spot.

Better. So much fucking better.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

Ash’s face immediately appeared.

I opened my eyes. “Nope.” I wasn’t doing that yet.

I stood and moved toward the small window beside the table. I pulled the curtain back just enough to look outside.

Pull and Wannabe stood twenty feet away. They weren’t looking at the RV. They were talking to each other, but even then, their attention kept shifting around the parking lot.

Watching.

I let the curtain fall back into place. Something was going on. Something bigger than whatever I’d brought with me.

I had assumed Prime was being overprotective because he thought Shay was going to come out with me.

And now Skull wouldn’t let me sit alone in my own RV without two men stationed outside.

Ash had his throat slit.

Bernice had died.

McKayla’s sister was in the hospital.