Chapter 20

In the basement rooms, Rhonda had one bed, while Grant took the other. On the main floor, Wyatt had been sitting in a desk chair before the security monitors, while Merrick had made a bed for himself on the sofa by the wet bar. Even with knowing they were safe there, he hadn’t slept much. Wyatt probably hadn’t slept at all.

Merrick picked up his phone from the floor and then checked the time. It was almost seven o’clock; probably time to get the day started no matter how much he wanted to sleep in. He stared at the ceiling fan for a few breaths, then put a hand over his eyes. Had Grant slept any, or like him, he’d just dozed on and off, his thoughts too full to let him rest. They hadn’t talked much the night before, but Grant deserved to know the whole story about Brian. Merrick wanted to tell him—just not today.

“Good, good.” Wyatt’s soft voice carried through the silent building.