Chapter Eighteen

Evie had fallen asleep in the backseat, so, Ben rolled down all the windows, and we decided to leave her there to sleep. It was a mild, early fall day, and Carrie’s front porch was less than ten feet away from his vehicle, so I felt she was safe.

I got out of the car and waved at Carrie, and she came storming off of the porch towards me. I saw her jaw drop when she saw my injuries.

“What the hell, Sadie?” she said looking at my foot and staring at the strangers who accompanied me.

“You gotta lot of explaining to do.” She said as she eyed the two darkly handsome but unfamiliar men and turned to walk with me back to the porch of her house.

It was chilly but sunny. Not so cold that one would need a coat. Leaves were all about the yard. Barney, her dog, came yapping around the corner of the house as Ben and Richard walked up to the porch behind us. I had already explained some of what had happened, at least enough to clarify the presence of Ben and Richard and the injuries on my leg.