Chapter 17

“Who knows?” John rolled his shoulders, fighting the gleeful resurgence of the chili dogs and trying to dislodge the concrete block settled on his upper back. “She probably wants to bitch about me not selling the house again. If I think about it too much, I’ll decide to come meet Mina’s mystery guest instead.”

Bobby choked on his laugh, the sound of his coughing cut off by a loud rumbling that shook the trailer under their feet, followed by the piercing shriek of several alarms.

“What the hell?” John fought his way upright, locking his thighs against the tremors. His ears rang, and he swallowed, desperate to stop the building pressure.