The recording cut off with a quiet click.

I stared down at the device in disbelief.

“Why would anyone deliberately create such a deadly hazard on a public road?” Paige asked in a horrified whisper.

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.

Suddenly, a sound echoed from the gravel driveway outside.

We both went completely rigid with fear.

It was faint but unmistakable: the crunch of footsteps on wet gravel, followed by the metallic clatter of a roll-up door being opened farther down the row.

Paige grabbed my arm, her fingers digging into my sleeve.