Chapter 21
Mouth dry, pulse racing, I wiped sweaty hands on my jeans as Chris pulled up in front of a large wrought iron gate. An electronic box rested on top of a short pole on the driver’s side. Chris wound down his window, stretched out his arm and depressed a button at the bottom of the speaker.
Moments later a distorted voice could be heard. ‘State your name and business.’
‘I’m Chris Bradbury and I’m here with Tyler Morgan. We want to see Killian.’ No trace of nerves showed in Chris’s deep voice, and his expression was equally cool as he waited for a response.
‘Drive straight up to the house; any detours will result in your death.’ A loud click was followed by a buzz as the gate slowly drew open.
‘Friendly fellow,’ said Chris, as he navigated his way through the gap.
I glanced o
