Chapter 19

“Seventh and Tyndale.”

Merrick repeated the address to Wyatt, putting his beer on the car’s fender.

“I’ll be there. You okay?”

“Yeah.” He met Vic’s gaze. “I’m with Vic.”

“Oh.” Wyatt sighed. “I’ll be there.” The call ended.

“It’ll be good to see him.” Vic smiled, leaned against the car.

“What have you been up to?”

“Oh, you know, a bit of this, bit of that.” Vic rubbed the bridge of his nose that had been broken one too many times. “You?”

“Same.”

“I miss the old days, kid. We sure had some wild times.”

“We did.” Merrick smiled. “It’s hard to believe it really happened, sometimes.”

Grant took deep breaths, pacing.

“He gonna be okay?”

“Not sure.” Merrick bit his bottom lip as he went to Grant. Words weren’t going to ease the anxiety Grant had, but hopefully he hadn’t lost his chance with Grant. He leaned against the wall, then stole a glance at the skyline of the city.

“Is it always like this?”