Page 109 of Chaos has a Name
Moving to the one branch that nearly kissed the side of the cabin, he reached for the window, and lo and behold, it was locked.
Shit.
Who locked the window?
It was so high up that no one could break in. Then, it hit him.
Security would lock it and put alarms on it to make sure CJ and EJ didn’t make a break for it.
Well, sneaking in that way was officially over.
Heading back to the ladder, so he could climb down, and hopefully find a different way in, he reached for it, and it was gone.
As in no longer there.
What?
The?
Hell?
Where did the freaking ladder go?
It had literally just been there. Was he losing his mind from the peyote haze?
When he looked around, that’s when he heard someone clear their throat.
“Looking for something?” Michael asked, leaning against the part of the treehouse that was all tree.
His voice breaking the silence actually made Wyler jump.
Well, shit.
Saint Michael of the Elizabethan patrol had spotted him, and the jig was about to be up.
“Jesus, Michael. Wear a goddamn bell,” he said, exasperated.
Only, the man didn’t laugh.
“You realize that the whole family has been worried, and you’ve created a mess, right?” he asked.
Wyler said nothing.
Why?
Because he was well aware.
“Elizabeth is worried sick over you.”
For that, he felt bad.
“I’m a grown-ass man. I think I can make up my mind and come back toMY HOMEwhen I want to, Michael. The kids need a babysitter—not me.”
Oh, he could make up his own mind, but this was a game of chase, and that madeEVERYONEtwitchy.
He was going to be heading out shortly, leaving for Scotland, and the last thing he wanted was to leave the family in a lurch.
Unfortunately for Michael, the heat was on here, and he wasn’t able to go out to help the family. The media was dogging him, and he couldn’t deal with the truth.
