Chapter Thirteen
The wreckers was a typical graveyard of vehicles surrounded by a metal fence and padlocked gate. The yard was floodlit, and there were lights on in a building ahead, but there was no way to get in. Marcus stepped out of the running car and pulled at the chain and lock, peering through the gate.
“What is he doing?” Brady asked.
Luke chuckled from behind the wheel and looked back at him. “What he’s good at: finding a way in.”
“The gate is locked. What, is he going to climb the fence…?” Brady said—but he stopped when that was exactly what Marcus did, jumping down on the other side.
“Any other questions, young one?” Luke said. “Have some faith in your brothers. You know, we do know a thing or two about how to find people, and Marcus always did know how to get into places
