“I’ll admit,” Brad said half an hour later when they were in his apartment, several miles from Derek’s, “I was damned worried when I realized there was no way you could contact me while you were at the house, and no way I could get inside to help if you needed it short of breaching the front gate.”
“That would have been impossible.”
“Yeah, I figured that out when I made a ‘wrong turn to visit a friend’ and ended up outside the place. The guard was not the friendly sort, to put it mildly.”
“No one there is. It’s like an armed camp but without the guns—or at least no guns that I saw other than on the guards.” Derek leaned back against the arm of the sofa, closing his eyes.
“You need to get some sleep.”
Derek shook his head. “I’m too wired still.” There was such a long pause that he open
