Meant To Be - Heaven Hill Series #1

Chapter Four

A car was parked in your driveway during the night with keys located in the visor. Once you get in the car, plug in the GPS. Follow the directions, and it will tell you where to go. After the drop is made, someone from the club will pick you up. Further instructions await you at your destination.

Denise read the text message again to make sure she understood what it was saying. Last night before Liam left, he provided her with a pre-paid cell phone and told her to wait for someone to contact her. With stunning realization, the fact that she was about to break the law hit her. Never in her life had she broken the law.

"Why am I doing this?" she whispered as she glanced around her kitchen.

A stack of unpaid bills caught her attention where they lay on the counter. Beside them sat open house fliers for her kids. If she didn't do this job, there would be no clothes for school, no supplies. They would be forced once again to go to the resources office. Denise knew that the other kids made fun of those who needed financial help. The twins had already had to put up with that last year, she didn't want them to have to go through that again. The answer stared back at her. Squaring her shoulders, Denise realized there was no time like the present to make the change from law abiding citizen to biker gang lackey.

She hadn't been sure what to expect when she shut and locked the front door to her home, but the car in her driveway wasn't it. A late model Cutlass Supreme, avocado green in color, sat behind her little four door sedan. It reminded her of the cars that so many young people were beginning to fix up as classics from the early 1980s. Walking over, she got in and opened the visor. Sure enough, keys fell into her lap. A GPS was already mounted on the dashboard, and all she had to do was plug it into a modified cigarette lighter. Turning it on, she waited for it to find all its satellites and then listened as it instructed her to turn left out of the driveway. She took a deep breath and steeled herself. A car this old was bound to be loud and draw a lot of attention. When it started up, however, she couldn't even tell it was running until she gave it a little gas.

As she made her way out of her neighborhood, she wondered just exactly what was in this car. What kind of drugs was she transporting, and how much time could she get for it if she were to be caught?

A few minutes later, Denise was merging west onto the William Natcher Parkway in order to head north towards Owensboro. She had made this drive many times in the past. With Bowling Green being centrally located, she often took trips to Owensboro, Louisville, or Nashville. This time however, she was nervous. Even though this stretch of road wasn't usually monitored by the police, she found herself checking her side and rearview mirrors almost obsessively. Her hands gripped the steering wheel much harder than they had to, and she could feel the tension in her shoulders as the car ate up the miles.

The closer she got to Owensboro, the more her stomach churned. Listening intently, she waited to see where the GPS would tell her to go next. Following its instructions, she turned onto West Petit Road until she came across a set of train tracks with a house located in front of them. The driving directions seemed to end at the house. Her mind ran a million miles a minute with the many scenarios that could happen here. Was someone going to kidnap her? Hurt her? Hold her for ransom?

Awareness pricked on the back of her neck. Without seeing them, she knew that others watched her. Not sure what to do, she pulled next to the house and waited. Once the GPS registered that she had reached her destination, a message popped up on the GPS that told her to leave the car where it was and wait to be picked up. She didn't realize how hot she was until she got out of the car. Sweat clung to the nape of her neck, and she felt as if the world was closing in on her. Stepping further from the house, she sought out the breeze that would surely be blowing. If she wasn't mistaken, this land bordered a creek and perhaps the coolness would be flowing off of it.