Benny’s POV
It takes me just over eight minutes to reach the trailer park from where the phone call cut out, and it was the longest eight minutes of my entire life. I must have broken numerous traffic laws, and I’m pretty damn sure I’m getting more than one speeding ticket in the mail, but I don’t give a s.hit.
Reaching the entrance, I don’t even slow, turning into the open archway and driving straight up the dirt track before skidding to a stop outside of the trailer where I saw Eralia and the kids emerge from yesterday.
I yank on the parking brake and throw open my door, climbing out as the rottweiler from across the way starts barking once again. Ignoring it, I charge up the stairs, the door is hanging open, attached by only one hinge, no doubt shouldered in, and there is glass litte
