They hurried to the Dumpster where Christoph had deposited Wyn’s attackers.
“Well, this doesn’t bode well,” Christoph muttered when he lifted the lid and found the men were no longer there.
“Did they climb out or did someone help them?” Wyn asked, his voice trembling with alarm.
“I have no idea. My guess is they had help because we weren’t in the club for that long. Right now I want you to stay here while I see if it’s safe to go to your car.”
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Wyn wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea, either of them, but he did as Christoph asked, pushing deeply into the shadows next to the Dumpster. It seemed to take forever before he heard footsteps approaching. He was about to move to meet Christoph when he realized it might not be him. Clenching his hands into fists, he remained where he
