Chapter 12
The next morning, Merrick, Grant, and Thurman landed in Ballinger a bit after ten. They took the rental car Thurman had arranged for and then headed to a neighborhood around the college full of expansive mansions and tree-lined streets. Loren’s home was a yellow, two-story Victorian in what appeared to be a quiet neighborhood. The houses were all well-kept and most had a Mercedes or a BMW sitting in the driveway.
Merrick parked beside Wyatt’s Volvo in the driveway.
Grant let out a deep breath. “I wish we were just visiting my granddad, not…”
Merrick held Grant’s hand. “We’ll find him.”
Grant nodded.
As they walked to the front door, Merrick scanned the area. There weren’t any vehicles on the street, no surveillance of the house, but maybe the threat was just well-hidden.
