Seth made sure no one followed him and used the spare key he’d gotten from Peter to open the door. Unfortunately, being here didn’t feel all that much safer. First thing, he rushed to the bedroom to see Dom and leave the documents in the suitcase. Apart from passports they got driver’s licenses for the same fake names, which seemed like a good move on Dom’s part.

When Seth was closing in on the living room, a sweet smell assaulted his nose with the power of pumpkin spice and gingerbread rolled into one. The scent was shouting through a megaphone to talk over coffee. It was only when someone called his name that he understood the scent was a sweet fucking latte with double syrup, and the man behind it was Neil, Peter’s best friend since high school. This was bad.