"Travel light, but take everything with you."

That was all the hastily scribbled note said. Now here I was, driving down the back roads of southeast Georgia, my eyes constantly darting to the rearview mirror, knowing someone - anyone - could be trailing me. What the hell had Erick gotten us into now? I wondered as I drove quickly, dust kicked up behind me as I sped toward the cabin. It was our agreed-upon meeting place in case trouble showed up.

My hands gripped the wheel tighter. Dammit! I swore to myself. I was happy, going to be married in six months, and he had to do something stupid. What the hell, Erick?

The truck turned onto the path leading through the trees and the cabin. I sped up, the vehicle bouncing over the hard ground. Quickly putting it in park, I jumped out with m y haversack and headed straight for the ramshackle building. Slowly, I stopped. Something wasn't right. My hand went to the .45 on my hip. Carefully, quietly, I pushed the door open to find my friend lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

What the hell, Erick?!