Sheep's Clothing Gary Lewis (best books to read in your 20s txt) 📖

He cleared his throat as he squinted intently at his phone. "Terry said he's going to talk to some people from the church and see what they know. I guess everyone else is still asleep." With a tap of his power button David's screen went black and he put the device away to quietly look back at her.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Fine. I have to take a shower first," she said, drifting into a turn toward the house. "But you're driving. I'm low on gas."

Only the coldest of showers could desensitize her from the harsh reality that froze her world solid, leaving her trapped within the narrow crevasse that crushed at her from both sides. David's strange response replayed in her mind. I guess everyone else is still asleep. The frigid water trickled from her chin and breasts, caressing the fiery sensation that lived beneath her skin. Everyone? Her eyebrows tensed. Why not just say Vance and Jan? 

After quickly drying off, Sarah rushed into her favorite black laced bra and panties. A matching set with an intricate red petal design around the trim. She complimented it with a faded white shirt top and her tightest cut off blue jean shorts as she paused one more time in the mirror. "What the hell," she said, adding a touch of blood red lipstick on the way out.

David lifted his eyes from his casual slouch on her sofa. "That was fast," he said as he stood to rattle his keys.

She looked away from him with a silent huff before strolling toward the front door.

David backed the car all the way onto the gravel road and stopped. "I'm not sure what we'll be able to figure out by going to the school. It's not like they're going to let us waltz right in there."

Sarah didn't flinch her gaze from the empty swath of tall grass outside the passenger window. "Just drive," she said. Not even David's radio made a sound during the entire trip as the rocky dirt road became beaten, cracked pavement that led onto smooth highway. Vast forested yards with country cabins replaced the rundown, rusted trailers and large, multistory luxury homes with iron gates became a cluster of shops and restaurants as they drove into town.

Sarah drifted her eyes toward him without turning her head. "Didn't Ms. Tanner fail Tony in social studies once?"

David's jaw muscles clenched as he turned to her. "She also got on the news saying she saw a monster, didn't she?" He shook his head as they passed the yellow school zone signs. "She was probably as guilty as the cows," he said. "It's just an animal when it does this shit."

A small crowd stood along the sidewalk as David topped the hill and slowed down for the cop directing traffic from behind a row of dirty orange cones in a detour around the school. The flag pole rose into view above a parking area packed with flashing police cars. An ambulance was parked diagonally beside a firetruck and teams of responders walked dogs around the schoolyard while the small crowd of curious onlookers watched from their side of the yellow tape.

"I know the perfect spot," David said. He turned left down a small, half wooded neighborhood road where they were waved along by the police officer. David slowed the car beside a playground nestled below hills. It stood between the tennis court and school bus station. "Nobody ever parks here," he said, hooking into a quick turn to park underneath the branches of a large maple tree.

Sarah smirked at him. "One of your favorite spots?"

David killed the engine and stepped out. He turned to her as she rose to her feet on the other side of the car. "What's that even mean?"

"Nothing." She shut the car door louder than she meant to before venturing toward the neighborhood road between them and the school.

"I don't understand you," David said as he jogged to catch up with her.

Sarah strolled across the street to the other sidewalk as David's brisk footsteps approached from behind. "It's not far," she said. "So settle down before Benning spots us. I don't need that shit today." Her angry strides carried her along the shady sidewalk through the tree covered neighborhood lined with beige and white picket fences until they reached the next street. The curious crowd of concerned parents and school staff were gathered ahead, just outside the school grounds.

After they stealthily slipped across the street, they stood just out of earshot from the rest of the people gathered along the sidewalk. The bright summer sun cooked at the skin of her face as Sarah squinted toward the commotion at the school. "Look," a young female voice shouted. "They'll take care of it," shouted a burly male. David turned to her with a look of concern as they glanced at one another and then the road. Two large, black pickup trucks rumbled past slowly, their giant tires littering the road with dried flakes of mud. David leaned his head to her side and raised his eyebrows   before whispering. "Those guys sure look like they know what they're doing." Rifled rednecks sat up in the beds of both vehicles. Sarah noticed the words, “Big Buck Hunting Club,” painted on the sides of the trucks before they pulled into the parking lot of the school.

"Isn't that illegal?" a young girl's voice came from the crowd. "Who cares?" one boy shouted back.

David turned to her and spoke with a hushed voice. “Maybe they can take

Sarah shot a sideways glance at him. "Sure. Why don't you just go explain the situation to them?" As David pressed his silent mouth at her, she continued. "Excuse me sir, but there's a werewolf in town eating everyone and my friends and I are the only ones that know about it." His expression tensed with agitation as she rose her hands up to mock him. "Oh and by the way," she said loudly. "It's one of us." Her loud voice accidentally caught a few stares from the nearby crowd.

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