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Reckoning - 49. Chapter 49
Adam had changed his clothes and stuffed some supplies into a shoulder bag. If his theory was right, he had enough time to reach Patrick. He loaded his gun and locked up his building heading downstairs. The Hitch driver waited for him one last time. He told the Hitch driver where he wanted to go to where it all began. The same deformed tree that brought Patrick to him beside the cemetery the locals called Hell’s Gate. Adam considered going to the gate Gavin showed Patrick how to get in but felt he had a better advantage in the way he chose. The limb Patrick clung to when a masked killer chased him up a tree. The branch braking sending him falling to the cold hard ground. Adam saw another limb he’d hope would hold his weight. He looked around for any people or cars, seeing none. He hooked a loop around the gate’s iron spike and used his reinforced boots to climb along the spiky rails to reach the tree limb. He grabbed hold of the branch and haul himself over the sharp spikes. He maneuvers along the tree until he was across, jumping down.
He checked his watch and hurried to find Patrick. The graveyard was closed, and he knew there was a ground keeper. He stayed in the shadows until he reached the back door Patrick showed him and the police when he claimed he witnessed Gavin getting stabbed. He saw a car pull up to the gate and stop. He hid behind an above ground tomb and watched them come into view. He saw them, his fake therapist pushing Patrick with his hands bound behind him, staggering. Another male followed; Adam didn’t recognize.
“What did she do to you, baby?” Adam whispered.
They cut the chain, and the female shoved Patrick forward. Adam watched his lover stagger, almost tripping. He wanted to rush to him, when he saw her press a knife to Patrick’s throat.
Think smart, Potter. An old friend once told him when he served in the military. He hadn’t thought of his time in the service. Why the voice from his past popped into his head, he hadn’t a clue. But he listened.
He turned his ringer off as he followed at a secure distance.
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