Chapter 8

“Get the bodyguard,” the man yelled.

As Merrick ran out of the gallery, an arm appeared at his neck level. He fell to the floor with a groan.

Scotty stepped over him, grabbed him by his shirt and then slammed him against the wall. “Got you.”

Merrick hit him with the baton on his right side. Scotty leaned into the blow, then Merrick whacked Scotty’s left arm. After he was released, he kicked the man in his belly. “I’m not the bodyguard.” He grabbed the painting and then ran past the metal dragon, into the room of knights. “Bodyguard.”

He shoved the back door open, then ran to their van with dark-tinted windows and the logo for the Galloway Museum on the side.

“Hurry!”

Merrick climbed in the passenger side, being thrown back into the seat as Wyatt sped away from the loading dock. He placed the small painting on the floor between his seat and the middle console, then fastened his seatbelt.