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“Just pull up outside the gate. I’ll come out to you.”

“Got it. I’ll be there in five. I forgot they’re doing construction on Eighth.”

“Just hurry, and cut your headlights when you get close.” I ended the call.

I shifted my attention to getting ready. If my dad was going somewhere all in black, I’d be remiss if I didn’t follow the dress code as well. I didn’t want to go out the front door and risk setting off the motion detector, which sent alerts to my mom’s phone, so I slipped out through the garage and keyed in the code to lock everything back up. I was coming around the side when another vehicle pulled up to the gate, its headlights shining.

I growled, cursing. I’d told Max I’d come to him, but the gate opened and the SUV pulled forward.

It wasn’t Max.

What the…

It was Heather. Or Aunt Heather, but after I crawled into Max’s lap one time, I changed her name back to Heather. Felt weird the other way. She swung her car into the same place Max’s dad’s just been. My mom darted out, also wearing all black.

What is going on?

Gah. No. I knew what they were going to do. They were doing what I was doing. My mom andHeather were going to follow the dads. They were going to spy, just like me.

I was annoyed. They got there first. That meant we’d have to be extra cautious because now we were the third vehicle in this trailing line-up. I mean, they could’ve been going out for drinks or doing a girl’s night, but no. No way. My mom would’ve told me she was going out. She didn’t hide that stuff, and I mean, they had their fair share of girl’s nights when the whole group was here for the funeral. They were kinda over it now.

They were going to follow my dad and Max’s dad. I would bet money that’s what they were doing.

As soon as my mom was in the vehicle, Heather cut the lights, like the guys had done.

I was so right.

I was almost sweating from the stress. When was Max going to pull up? If he got here before they left, there’d be questions. Then no one would be following anyone.

My knees almost buckled from relief when they pulled away from the house.

I darted through the gate, and seriously, thirty seconds later, Max pulled up. Headlights off.

I got all swirly and light-headed at that. He’d listened to me.

Hurrying to the passenger side, I jumped in and hissed, “Go! Follow them.”

He looked ahead, frowning, until taillights turned on down the hill. He eased forward. “Who are we following?”

My head was spinning. And I was horny, like really horny. I wanted to jump Max and fit his gearstick between my legs.

“Everyone.”

39

MASON

“You have a plan?” Channing asked as we left my house.

“Right now, you’re driving so I don’t do something stupid, like follow him to his house and beat the shit out of him.” I glanced his way. “Did you put the tracker on them?”

Channing raised an eyebrow, looking relaxed as he drove, but I knew he wasn’t. After my confrontation with Phillip Moreaux, I’d left the school knowing I’d find whatever this shed was that he’d mentioned to those kids.

Channing hit the turn signal, pulling up to a new neighborhood, and he paused outside the first gate. He put in the code Broudou had given us, and we pulled through, going on up to his house.

Brett had fallen in step with me when we left. “I know you’re going to do something,” he’d said. “I’m in.”

“Your intel said Moreaux tends to be the driver,” Channing told me. “So I put it under his very sweet vehicle.”

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