Chapter 32

Dwain’s loft was above an art supply store downtown. Merrick found a parking place at the end of the street, then he slid in his earpiece.

“Do I get one?” Grant leaned up between them.

“No.” Wyatt looked at Grant. “You stay close to one of us, understand?”

“Yes.” Grant’s serious expression melted into a grin. “This is so exciting.”

Wyatt shook his head as he stepped out of the car.

Merrick got out, then fell into step with Grant as they headed to the door of the shop.

“So, what do I need to look for?”

Merrick shook his head. “This isn’t a training session.”

“I just want to help.”

Merrick stopped. “Look for anyone who seems to be watching us. Trust your gut. And if something goes wrong, stick to the story.”

“I will.”

“Just remember, your dad can hear me.”

“I love you, Dad.”

Wyatt groaned.

Dubstep music filled the night with the bass thumping through Merrick as he approached the door. In the window, a note written in black Sharpie invited people to come on upstairs.