Chapter 465

Evan and Tarquin simultaneously whipped their heads around, their expressions and movements perfectly in sync, eyes wide with caution.

Though father and son weren't in the same vehicle, they both sensed danger at the same moment.

In Evan's car, Elliot asked, "What's up, Evan?"

Evan frowned slightly and said, "Feels like someone's got their eyes on us."

"Who? Tarquin?"

Just feels like hostility in the air,

"Should we circle back and

is watching us, they'd be gone by the time we

back around, glancing at Blossom who was still knocked out,

slumber, the

look back before returning his gaze forward, "Let's just wake her up when we get to the neighborhood entrance. Blossom's easy to deal with, don't worry

his attention back forward. He flicked his cigarette ash, lifting his fair hand to take another drag. He had a heavy smoking habit, having restrained himself in front of the kids all day, he lit up

rearview mirror, "Something wrong, Tarquin?

well, but

them, they totally turned the tables on the Slaters! I was shocked when I peeked inside; it was more chaotic than a house party gone wrong! A house party leaves a mess, but it doesn't stink. The Slaters'

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