Chapter 87 Creeps Everywhere I Go

• The male paramedic glanced toward the window, where the county sheriff was now striding toward the shop, his boots crunching gravel. The man’s uniform was dust-streaked, a holstered pistol hanging at his hip.
• “Your husband, Rafayel Ortiz, called ahead,” the paramedic said quietly. “He reported a vehicle with a specific license plate might be in danger. Told us to ensure your safety… and to keep you away from the motel.”
• Bianca and I shot each other a look.