Chapter 16

Grant leaned up. “But—”

“No.” Wyatt cast Grant an angry-father look. “No.”

Merrick stepped out, catching Grant’s gaze as he shut the door. The frown on Grant’s face said a lot, but it was best Grant was out of this.

Rhonda moved to the driver’s seat as Merrick headed to the museum entrance.

Wyatt was several paces ahead of him. “We’ll just look.”

“Copy.” Merrick glanced around. No one followed them. No activity there other than four college students who sat on the grass near a bronze statue that spit water into a pond. All was well so far.

Inside, Wyatt greeted the two older women at a circular desk. Merrick went to a hallway on the left, lined with photographs of expectant mothers. He glanced at the cameras tucked in the corners, noted where the exit doors were. It was all second nature to him as he walked the hall, taking in the objects of beauty as well as how protected they were.

The hallway ended, so he headed back toward the desk. They could cross this route off.