Chapter 17“Lewis,” Jessica whined, fixing him with her narrowed brown eyes, “you said that when you got here, we’d have our fun. You arrived three hours ago now. What gives? You know I don’t like waiting.”
She’d been camped in the house with Peter almost all day, dealing with the old fogies and waiting for Vicky to arrive. Lewis had said she’d show up, and so she had. Each time Peter had hunted at her side to take each of the Wilde family members down had provided a thrill, but the real excitement came from finishing the deep and taking care of the evidence.
“We will continue to wait,” Lewis told her, voice stern, “until we know what has happened. Either Vicky has kept to herself and is planning a way to help her parents escape, or she has returned to the Might King of the Lister pride.
