CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Bryce yanked me behind him and we slipped through the garage, through the opened door that shouldn’t have been opened. Corrigan found us that instant and called out from the other doorway I usually took into the house, “Hey, we got something.”
Corrigan led the way, Bryce followed behind, and I was about to step through until I found myself blinking at Denton’s face.
He hauled me back, slammed the door, and locked it tight.
Bryce and Corrigan both shouted instantly and pounded at the door.
“Denton,” I said quietly.
He ignored me and called through, “I just want to talk. That’s it. You can have her back in ten minutes, okay?”
The door that connected the garage to the door rattled and then the fists abruptly stopped.
“They’re going to my car to get my garage-door
