Natashya and Emily had taken turns watching out the window for any sign of change, and my sister was currently sitting in her seat, staring at Bobbi contemplatively while her girlfriend stared out the window. “My middle name’s Tyler,” he said, pouring a couple fingers of brown liquor into one of the glasses on the table. I’ve been throwing parties here for years. “I was invited!”
I balked at that. “If there’s a chance that the drive is in that house, the last thing I need is for it to slip through my fingers—or anything else that might be important. Nat looked back at me. Writing out every single member of his family except someone he’d never met, though? “Are you in here?”
My blood ran cold. Their guns weren’t drawn, and they all maintained a casual gait, but I’d been around them enough to notice how they kept their holsters clear from obstruction and their heads on swivels.
