Chapter 18
Lance
Despite the fear that Milton Randle was going to pull some crap, the first half of the week passed fairly uneventfully. Security cameras were installed and monitors were set up in the house, but everyone decided to continue with the nightly patrols, just in case.
Wade had pulled the duty on Wednesday night and was crawling into bed just as Lance was leaving for work Thursday morning.
He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Wade’s arm. “Hey. How’d it go?”
Wade yawned as his eyelids started to close. “Jake tried to come out and run the perimeter with me. I’d told Charlie he shouldn’t let him, but the kid insisted. I finally sent him home around two this morning. He was falling asleep on the horse.”
Lance’s gut roiled and he pressed his lips together in a tight line.
