“What’s your name anyway?” I asked Audry’s friend.

We were sitting at Audry’s kitchen table, trying to decide what to do next. Both of us had our arms crossed and were glaring at each other from across the table. How was I supposed to trust this guy in order to find Audry? I didn’t like his smug face and attitude.

“Lyle,” he answered with a frown.

See? The bastard had an attitude with me. Lyle probably saw me as a ...