Darby said in a casual tone. Gracie stared ahead quizzically. “I’m sorry?” Dalton leaned out and mouthed her a question. She gave him an uncertain glance back. “You need a ride, Miss Logan,” Darby observed somewhat smugly. “A...
He was ready, sitting patiently on his mattress with his back against the wall. The door creaked open, and the two now-familiar goons stepped in. One—the driver—stayed by the door. The other had a full carrier bag in his hand. “Your food,” the man w...