“Proof?”Kellen echoed.“What kind of proof?”
“We’ll go down to the shore,”Derek told him,“and swim back to the pod.No sex on the beach,none of that shit.Hell,the place is probably crawling with surfers and sunbathers,on a day like today.You can’t just plop down inthe tide and start screwing.They’ll call the cops.”
Confusion flickered across Kellen’s face.“Cops?”
Derek waved that question away.“You’ll take me to Tad.Don’t shake your head—listen.You show me he’s there in that soul cage or whatever contraption you’ve got him in,and I’ll do anything you want to get him back.We’ll find a secluded spot far away from him so he won’t see us and I’ll be all yours,I swear it.You’ll get your good time.Then you’ll let him go.How’s that?”