Thirteen
Aelissm was right. He should have known Adam was in Devyn—should have felt it. But he’d been so wrapped up in the freedom and joy of this place that he hadn’t focused on his main reason for being here. Bill had wanted him to relax and to heal, but first and foremost, Bill had asked him to protect Aelissm. And, so far, he had been neglecting that duty.
No longer.
For two weeks now, he’d been snooping around Devyn and had learned not only that Adam had taken a job at the Paradise Motel’s restaurant under the name Brandon Grimes—a rather fitting surname, Pat thought—but also what vehicle Adam was driving. The inconspicuous white Ford pickup was at that moment parked beside a tiny cottage down the alleyway behind the motel. Pat watched in the rearview mirror as the man himself stro
