Two Black SUVs Rolled Into My Aunt’s Backyard

mine. “Need your eyes.”

I took it. Secure live feed. Grainy, zoomed too far, but enough.

A man in a Nationals cap pumping gas at a station twenty-three minutes away. White male, maybe late forties. Brown jacket. Slight limp. Getting into a delivery van with fake utility markings.

My stomach dropped a notch.

“That’s Kessler,” I said.

Tyler heard the name continue reading …