Saving Finley

Saving Finley

This is your formal invitation to the party.
Gifts mandatory.
Your RSVP is confirmed.

Jac laid the note with the rest of them and paced the room. They had become ominous, and this one scared the hell out of him. Gifts? It could not be good.

For the first time since they had received these notes, something made sense in an indescribable, jarring way. This one was happening. No more games, except this was the most messed up game of his life.

“Oh, God, Jac. Finley and Storm have been kidnapped.”

Jac rubbed his neck and waited as his wife sent out the alarm. “Game on. ...