Grant actually threw the cup in the trash.
“Really?” There was no way in hell I was picking it up. “You’re going to listen to that asshole?”
“Yeah, dude. You see those gloves?” Of course I had. “Those were, like, sexy, serial killer gloves. We don’t want to be the ones to piss him off.”
“I think we’re too late for that. He seemed plenty pissed off already.” He seemed crazy as a s**t-house rat.
I dragged Grant back inside, and we followed the corridors until we finally made it to the terrarium. I pulled my phone out again to call Vic. There was still no answer. I was probably getting worked up for nothing, but the entire day had left me uneasy.
“I’m texting Austen.” Maybe I could ask him to join us for lunch. He might know where to find Vic or at least how long he’d be. But it was just
