Chapter 23

Wyatt stood. “Call Thurman, see if you can warn him.”

Merrick nodded.

Wyatt opened an app, then searched for something.

“You’re tracking him?” Grant said.

Seeing that Wyatt was immersed in his phone, Merrick nodded.

“Do you track my phone, too?” Grant said.

“Hush,” Wyatt said.

Grant looked at him, so Merrick nodded.

“You’re kidding—”

“Hush,” Wyatt said, then looked at Merrick. “He’s at Blanco.”10

Blanco was a modern art gallery that overlooked Lake Maren. It sat near the waterfront carnival and the shopping mall, so traffic was terrible. While Wyatt navigated the back roads, Merrick tried to reach Thurman for what felt like the hundredth time. Once again, he got voicemail. His text messages had gone unanswered as well. Hopefully, Thurman was okay.

Wyatt glanced in the rearview mirror. “When we get there, you two stay in the car.”

Grant leaned up. “No, we should stay together.”

“This could be dangerous.”

“So could be waiting in the car.”