We left the house in a hurry, the door pulled close but not fully shut behind us, and headed downstairs. The moment we stepped into the cold air, Tuck took out his phone and stepped aside to make a call. I went straight to the car, started the engine, blasted the AC, and leaned back, cursing under my breath.
"Things just got real, huh?"
A couple minutes later, Tuck opened the passenger door and slid in, letting the cool air wash over him. He sank into the seat, one hand adjusting the jacket that now hid the gun tucked at his belt.
"Man, what did you drag me into?" he muttered. "This is wild. Like... wild, wild, man."
"I know." I rubbed my face. "You got a hold of Greg? What did he say?"
"He's coming."
"We can't pull in the cops, Tuck," I said. "Guy has people in the force."
"This isn't official. Relax. Greg is tight. You can trust me."
"Hope you're right."
