Chapter 10
Blanco was a modern art gallery that overlooked Lake Maren. It sat near the waterfront carnival and the shopping mall, so traffic was terrible. While Wyatt navigated the back roads, Merrick tried to reach Thurman for what felt like the hundredth time. Once again, he got voicemail. His text messages had gone unanswered as well. Hopefully, Thurman was okay.
Wyatt glanced in the rearview mirror. “When we get there, you two stay in the car.”
Grant leaned up. “No, we should stay together.”
“This could be dangerous.”
“So could be waiting in the car.”
Wyatt sighed.
Merrick smiled at Wyatt’s easy surrender.
Wyatt shot him a glare. “Hush.”
Merrick nodded, his smile remaining.
As they pulled into the parking lot, Merrick slid an earpiece into place. “If he’s not in his office, w
