Chapter Sixteen
Kayla glared at Brett who sat in the passenger seat of her car. “I might need more than ten minutes.”
“I’m not sitting out here all morning.”
“The morning’s nearly gone. Besides, you were the one who insisted on coming along. I told you I wanted to talk to them alone.”
“Brian is my friend.”
“So? Douglas asked me to do this.”
Brett’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t trust Douglas.”
“Only because he attacked you.”
“Ten minutes and then I’m coming in.”
“I said I might be half an hour. And you still wanted to come.”
“Fine. Twenty minutes.”
Kayla reached over and grabbed the cap off the back seat. She shoved it at him. “Wear this when you come in. You’re not meant to be alive. Remember?” She handed the car keys to him, got out of the car and slammed the door shut behind her. S
