Kelly returned his attention to the passing scenery
as Nick filled Hagan in. He shifted around, trying to get
comfortable. He wasn’t sure what Nick had done to him last
night, but he hoped he would do it again when Kelly could
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remember the specifics of how he’d gotten so fucking sore. It
was probably fun.
It was about a thirty-minute drive to the bridge, and Kelly
was surprised when they arrived to find a visitor’s center, loads of tourists, and stone monuments commemorating the battle.
“It’s a national park?” Kelly asked when he joined Nick
at the bumper of the Range Rover. He’d expected a little
parking lot next to a creek with a bridge over it. But there
were monuments and walkways and visitor centers and tour
bus parking. He couldn’t even see the river, much less the
bridge.
Nick leaned against it, his arms crossed. “And it’s the first
Sunday of summer.”
Julian was pacing, eyeing the crowds like they might be
filled with hidden assassins gunning for him. Kelly would
have been amused by it, but he had to acknowledge that it
might actually be true.
“What’s our plan?” JD asked them.
Nick pursed his lips, his expression mostly hidden behind
his sunglasses. He lowered his head. Kelly glanced from him
to JD with a wince, then looked over to Julian, who simply
shrugged.
“Do we have a plan?” JD asked, sounding a little more
agitated.
“You’re the treasure hunter,” Nick told him.
“Look, I’m not a hound dog who’ll point on command,