Chapter 539

The sun had set completely, and the last rays of light were gone. Darkness was creeping in fast. The grave keeper lifted the bar, and Broderick Ackerley drove the car out. They were still about two hours from the city. Leslie Green called Wayne. "Where are you guys now?" "We just passed the bridge." "Okay," she replied, then hung up. Sienna Ackerley was super anxious. "Sis, do you think he might try something now?" Leslie kept an eye on the road and checked the rearview mirror—no suspicious cars in sight. This road was pretty deserted anyway. It was just an ordinary September 15th for most people. Nothing special. They seemed to be the only car on the road. Then, out of nowhere—a loud bang. A gunshot. The car jolted slightly. Then came a flurry of gunfire, closer and more intense. "Down!" Leslie shouted. Broderick’s hands never left the wheel, and the car stayed straight on course without swerving. Reginald Ackerley clearly wasn’t holding back—he even sent in snipers this time. The oth