Chapter 11
Although Sean half expected Dane’s parents to be at Crypt Coffee, lurking, only the normal assortment of customers awaited them. Still, he didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until they were down in the Lair, Sean with an all-chip oatmeal cookie the size of his hand, Dane with a strong coffee. The Decrypter looked tired. It figured. Dane was used to still being asleep at this hour.
“Why do you think Markus was meeting someone in the Falls Blue Pack?” asked Sean, one of his bites of cookie yielding dark, milk, and white chocolate chips at once. “Drugs?”
“Doesn’t seem likely. Could be a cover. Kid was getting his ass beat by his dad, probably not the first time either. I’d kill him. ‘Specially if no one in the Pack f*****g intervened.”
Sean frowned. It did seem suspicious as hell
