Chapter 13
It was almost ten o’clock that night. In the distance, lightning illuminated the sky. Headed to Dwain’s party, Merrick drove Wyatt’s car, with Wyatt sitting silently beside him. Wyatt was still unhappy with the fact that Grant was in the backseat, anxious to be coming along. Grant had insisted, and for some reason, Wyatt had given in, although now he seemed to be unhappy with that decision.
Dwain’s loft was above an art supply store downtown. Merrick found a parking place at the end of the street, then he slid in his earpiece.
“Do I get one?” Grant leaned up between them.
“No.” Wyatt looked at Grant. “You stay close to one of us, understand?”
“Yes.” Grant’s serious expression melted into a grin. “This is so exciting.”
Wyatt shook his head as he stepped out of the car.
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