Chapter 17
Merrick, Grant, and Thurman rode in one car, while Wyatt and Rhonda went in the other car with Leland. The drive lasted almost fifteen minutes, then they arrived at another private airport. A gray, sleek helicopter waited.
Grant blew out a deep breath. “Wonder where that’s taking us?”
Thurman ran a hand over his hair. “Honey, if it’s to see Bernard Chapman, it’s a paradise, I assure you. He has more money than God.”
“Apparently.” Grant glanced at Merrick.
Merrick held Grant’s hand, looking at Thurman. “Do you know this guy?”
“No.” Thurman scoffed. “No one actually meets with him. Reclusive artist extreme.”
“Great.” Merrick squeezed Grant’s hand. “Stay close.”
Thurman huffed.
“You, too.”
They went to the helicopter, then climbed in. Wyatt, Rhonda, and Leland sat with th
