1.66 Trap

I don't know where to go, where to look for David. But I also don't want to worry his friends by asking for their help. Besides, I have a feeling about what this is. I look at the address on the paper, the quickest way where I can get to get to Dad, who might know something. But before I can go confront him alone, I need to escape my bodyguard first. He will surely tell Mom.

"Wes, are you here?" I call out.

Wes appears behind me and I startle. "Jesus!" Maybe Maisie is right. He is a ninja. I swear I had only ever seen him once, and it was when Mom informed me that they hired a bodyguard for me. He is a graying man in his forties, but from the looks of it, his body seems to have stopped aging at the age of thirty. He has muscles in places I didn't know existed. The only thing about him that betrays his age is the hint of white in his buzz-cut hair. Well, that and the permanent stoic expression on his face.