MITCHELL BANGED NOISILY on the door, and then stepped back to wait impatiently. When almost a minute passed without a response, he hammered on the door again with his fist.
Glen Wright yanked open the door, ready to yell at whoever had disturbed his sleep, but the words froze on his lips when he saw who was on the doorstep. “Lewis, what’s going on?” he wanted to know.
Mitchell didn’t answer straight away, instead he grabbed the younger man by the front of his t-shirt and pulled him out of the house, he didn’t want either Kieran or Tara to hear what he had to say. Heedless of the fact that his friend was bare-footed, Mitchell dragged him across the yard and into the shadows on the far side of it.
When they were out of the moonlight, and far enough from the house to avoid drawing the atte
