Chapter 20
“We have to head back to the Smythewhites’.” As I spoke, I was already rising, digging through the bags Luke had nabbed from our motel landing on his way back to the duplex.
Because it turned out our eviction had resulted from the most innocuous of reasons—lack of funds on my credit card. Luke had settled up with the owner, and I now had clothes to wear other than that little black dress Grace had crammed me into when we set off to invite ourselves in for a tour of the Smythewhite residence.
Bastion should have had clean clothes also, but his packing method was frustratingly random. One pocket of his bag was full of a box of bullets cushioned amid a layer of underwear, the next paired up stationary with socks.
“It’s alphabetical. Pants are with power cords.”
I blinked. “Rea
