The Weight of the Coat
Warrants are already executed! If you touch us, you’ll spend the rest of your life in a cell!”
THWACK.
A jagged split opened in the mahogany.
“Liar!” he screamed. “You’re trapped! You have no signal!”
He was right about the signal. But he didn’t know I’d texted Miller three hours earlier, telling him to track my phone’s GPS and dispatch state troopers the instant my signal dropped off the grid.
The cavalry was coming. I just had no idea how far away it was.