Chapter 9We piled the Bolinski clan into a cab, paid the driver a hefty sum, and had him show them the sites, while we, back in Steven’s car, headed for Twin Peaks. I still hadn’t a clue what he had up his sleeve but, just the same, was content with knowing what he had hidden inside his pants. See, it’s the little things in life that help us get by—or the big things, in Steven’s case.
His pack greeted us as before, with animosity and bared canines. Thankfully, though, we weren’t there all that long, because Steven had notified them that we were coming, the one man we needed already waiting for us, multiple supplies in hand.
“Everyone,” said Steven, turning our way, “meet Glenn.” Glenn, much like Carl and Quincy before him, was young, stunning, and adept at what he did, thank goodness. “G
