Chapter 27

“The sooner we finish up here, the sooner we can get to Hardy.” Turning to Ash, he asked, “Where are we heading to find him?”

“The lovely Kansas City, Missouri.”

“Barbeque!” Gage pumped a fist.

“God, how old are you? Fifteen?” Ash asked, shaking his head.

“Yep. Fifteen going on thirty.”

“And a very nice thirty at that,” Ash said, shutting down the laptop before sauntering toward Gage with a gleam in his eye.

“Gentlemen,” Kegan said, waggling a finger. “I suggest we go get something to eat. I, for one, am starving.”

“Spoilsport,” Ash muttered.

“Practical,” was Kegan’s reply as he sheathed one of his knives, putting it in his boot.