Chapter 16
It was a two hour flight to Middleton. Once they landed, they remained in the plane while Merrick and Wyatt got ready for their night. While Wyatt packed up his computer, Thurman walked the aisle, reading from his phone.
“The Fitzgibbon Museum houses a collection of masterpieces and rare, hardly ever seen works from some of the greatest artists we’ve ever known.” Thurman looked at Merrick. “You shouldn’t go. I’m sure the security is high-tech, beyond-maximum level. There’s probably even curses or demons lurking in the basement.”
Wyatt smiled. “It’s nothing we can’t handle.”
“You can handle a protection spell?”
Wyatt nodded at Merrick. “He can. He’s friends with some witches, the real kind.”
“Really?” Grant sat up.
“Really?” Thurman touched Merrick’s arm. “You are resource
