MAVERICK

“Oh, my God. Are we trespassing? Whose house is this?” I pulled him on the back of his shirt as he tried to climb off the wall.

I mean, we could just go by the gate, talk to the guard or something. It was just a few yards away. Yet here we were, doing something illegal that could get us arrested.

My heart began pumping hard as I watched the street so people and cars could pass by like some delinquent kids.

“I just want to test the theory,” he said casually as he ...