Twenty-Seven: Fin

Chase’s lips parted in pure shock. He stared at Thomas, then at the red at their feet. I, too, was in a state of shock.

What in the hell had just happened?

Thomas leaned his head back against the front left tire of the car, gasping. “Four?” he whispered.

“Yeah. You, me, Mike, and Dan.”

“What about Sed?”

Chase said nothing.