Page 106 of Kade

“There’s like twenty vehicles at that house.”

Shortly after we stopped, Brett came out, also wearing all black.

The door opened, and Brett started to get in, but stopped.

There wasn’t enough room.

Channing hid a grin. “In the back, buddy.”

Brett fixed him with a look but grunted before closing the door and jumping into the back.

Channing whistled. “You two. Both fucking athletic freaks.”

Brett knocked on the window with his knuckles.

Channing reached back to slide it open as he pulled out of the driveway. “How is it back there? All comfy?”

Brett glowered. “Don’t tempt me to stomp you into the ground, Monroe.”

Channing laughed. He swung the wheel around, and once the gate lifted, we were out of that neighborhood. “Not my fault you’re a giant motherfucker.”

Brett shook his head.

“Also,” Channing said to me. “I saw all the vehicles, and I put trackers onallof them.” He handed over his phone with his tracking app open. “We’re going to follow the dot that moves.”

“Thanks, genius.”

Brett started laughing.

The sound was shocking, but infectious at the same time.

I hid a grin while Channing quipped, “You have a sense of humor, Broudou? Learn new shit every day, huh?”

The laughing stopped. “Be a smart idea for you not to forget the newest member of my family,” Brett countered. Then he smiled. Widely.

Channing swore under his breath.

I started laughing. That was funny.

One of the dots was on the move, and I relayed the directions to Channing. As we were leaving town, my phone started ringing. Pulling it out, I cursed. My brother. This time of night,he was calling for a reason, but I couldn’t talk. I slid my thumb over the screen, accepting the call and put him on speaker, “It’s not a good time right now. Everything okay with you?”

He was quiet for a beat. “What?”

I sighed. “You’re on speaker. Channing and Brett are here. We’re following those kids that had the party we crashed.”

“What?”

Channing shook his head as Brett started chuckling in the back.

“Why are you calling?” I asked. “It’s late—really late where you are.”

“Are you seriously going to not fill me in on whatever the fuck you’re doing?”

“Logan,” I grated. “Why are you calling?”

“But—”

“You first.”

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