Home Sweet Home

Garrett set up in the woods, a short distance from the cottage that Rollins was calling home sweet home.

Garrett wasn’t known as a patient man but he knew a modicum of reconnaissance was required before stomping down Rollins’ door and introducing the fucker to a Mossberg 590A1 Tactical.

After dark, the cottage came alive. Weird Haight-Ashbury types coming and going. Horrible, droning music. Shrieks and chanting. The cultists were enjoying themselves and no doubt, Garrett thought, getting laid. A couple of them certainly weren’t though as two of Rollins’ faithful located Garrett’s position and bushwhacked the bounty hunter.