Chapter 3- Rider

Chapter 3

Rider

The first name on the list, a Cal Tierney, lived up in Virginia. We decided it would be easier to drive in the truck, as it would only take around 2 and a half hours. We pulled up in a rundown area. In a street of about 16 houses, every single one looked tired. Overgrown lawns were visible through broken fence posts. Missing paving slabs on pathways leading to houses that where in need of help. Not for the first time, I silently gave thanks to my adopted parents who chose to raise me and keep me safe, loved and protected.

We pulled up at the house where we had found Cal. This house looked exactly like the rest on the street, rundown. My dad got out and I followed him to the door, where he knocked, and we waited.

We heard the shuffling inside, alerting us that he was on his way. “Yeah?” he said, when he opened the door.

“Cal Tierney?” My dad asked.

“Yeah, who want