Free Seeking Vengeance by M.P. McDonald Page A

the gang to literally come to him. He could use this to his advantage, but he hated that Molly and Kelsie could be in danger. His first order of business was to get them safely to his cabin in the woods. Then come back and finish his business.
    Taking the man off the streets would break the gang, at least for a while. The rest of the gang members would scatter like roaches under lights. Only then would Molly and Kelsie be safe.
    She sighed . “Then I'm going to take everything I can.”
    Sam figured that was a wise decision and just nodded. He turned back to Johnny. “Give me your bike key.”
    The younger man shifted Kelsie to rest on this other a rm as he fished in his pocket. He didn't hand it over immediately, instead, his eyes narrowed. “What for? I thought we were taking Molly's car.”
    “ You and the ladies are, but your friends are going to be watching for a motorcycle to leave, so I'm going to give them that.” At this point, they would only be keeping tabs on Johnny, not necessarily intend to kill him yet. They’d had the chance to kill him already and had let him go. No. A dead Johnny did them no good. Sam had a feeling that not all the cocaine had been inside the mule. Johnny might have kept a little aside for his own profit and the Ravens had figured it out and wanted to get it back.
    Sam prayed they hadn’t targeted Molly and Kelsie yet, but he knew if they weren’t stopped, it was only a matter of time. He knew that firsthand.
    “ You're going to pretend to be me?”
    Was that hope in Johnny's voice. Sam hid the disgust he felt. “Yeah. I want to try and draw them away before they ever see Molly and Kelsie.” It was risky. If it didn't work, he'd have to double back and make sure they didn't follow Molly's car. “How many were there?”
    “ Two of them that I saw.” Johnny hiked Kelsie higher and rubbed her back when the little girl woke up and protested the movement. “Shhhh, hon. It's okay.” She relaxed and Johnny kissed the top of her head.
    Sam grudgingly admitted that Johnny's affection for his niece seemed genuine. For her sake, and Molly’s, Sam would do his best to keep Johnny in one piece, and keep him out of prison at the same time. It wasn’t going to be an easy task. The kid might be safer in a cell than on the streets.
    Sam spotted a pen on the counter. “Molly, do you have some paper? I'll write out directions to where we can meet up.”
    She opened her purse and took a small note pad out. “Here you go.”
    “ Thanks.” Sam jotted down the information. “I'll try and get there first, but if I'm not there, go ahead and go into the cabin. There's a key under the third flowerpot in the window box.”
    Sam took out his wallet. He didn't want to do this in front of Johnny but there was no way around it. He counted out five hundred dollars, keeping a few hundred for himself. Long ago, he'd learned to carry cash for emergencies. It was untraceable and with enough of it, people could vanish without a paper trail. “Molly, take this, in case we get separated. Follow the directions carefully as the road has a lot of twists and turns. When you reach the lake, take a left. The road parallels the lake, but at one point, it angles back towards the woods. When it does, look for a brown A-frame. It's hard to see at night, but there's a red mailbox on a post by the road.” Sam drew a sketch of the house and an approximation of the twists and turns to get to it.
    “ The cabin might not look like much, but it's solid, and it's hard to find if you don't know the area.” Sam was about to hand her the note, but then pulled it back. “Damn. I forgot all the utilities will be shut off. It’s just a matter of flipping some switches in the fuse box and turning the water valve. Normally it’s easy to do because I usually arrive in the middle of the day. At night, it’s trickier because the box is on the wall in the laundry room, which will be pitch-black when you arrive.”
    “I have a