Chapter 67
Wyatt tucked his tools back into their pouch. “I know you’re hurt, so I could take you if I needed to.”
Merrick sighed and then closed the door. He slid the chain back before opening it again and then let them step inside.
Wyatt tapped the doorknob. “I would’ve picked that.”
“I keep telling you that’s the one thing you can’t do.” Merrick locked the door.
Grant hugged him, not squeezing him too tightly. “Are you okay?”
“I will be.” He stepped back from Grant as he glanced at Wyatt.
Grant handed him the Dedo statue. “This was outside your door.”
Merrick’s stomach churned as he stroked the gargoyle’s nose.
“What happened?”
Merrick blew out a breath. “After you left, Agent Squires shot Vic, got me, too.” He looked at his side. “Detained me long enough to get a call that the paintings had been loaded on the plane, and then he dropped me off here.”
Wyatt shook his head. “Good thing we took the real ones to the boat.”
Merrick nodded. “I see the beauty of that plan, now.”