The car pulled round the corner and Gemma caught sight of her parents home. She’d already texted Daryl, to tell him she was on her way, and he’d replied with a single word… good.
Seeing what was waiting she thought she’d be sick. Hanging around near the front drive were seven of Daryl’s friends from the gym. They were drinking, even though it wasn’t even lunchtime yet. She was pretty sure two of them had weapons of some sort judging by the way their coats hung.
“I guess that must be your parents’ house,” said Jake.
Gemma just nodded. Jake slowed the car, then stopped about twenty yards away from the group. He eyed the sky.
“Vincent should be fine,” he said. “It’s still pretty overcast. The rain’s let up, but it’s only a short distance to cover. You’d be amazed how quickly he c
