Chapter 11
Doyle
“I’ll drive,” Doyle said, not wanting to risk Kord’s wild skills on the snowy streets.
Kord snorted a laugh and buckled himself in for the ride. “Have it your way, you wuss. I’d get us there faster.”
“Right,” Doyle said as he turned the key in the ignition.
Despite the snow, they arrived at Appletree Street in minutes. Ignoring signs, Doyle pulled into the street the wrong way and put the car onto the sidewalk in front of Brandon’s house.
Kord was out like a shot and headed for the house with Doyle right behind him.
Someone emerged from behind another house. In the bright streetlights, Doyle spotted the black-clad figure as he ran away from Brandon’s house.
“Did you see that?” Doyle asked, his voice a hoarse whisper.
“We spooked somebody,” Kord said. “I guess we g
