Kelly
Mervin's face is serious--drawn and dark. So different to when he's relaxed and happy and teasing Tommy. But he doesn't answer my question. Instead he says, "Does Crash know you're here? He's supposed to tell me if anyone's coming over."
I give him a sheepish look. "No. That's my fault. I didn't warn him."
"He'll be glad to see you. But text him next time, okay? I had to put the team on alert when the gate opener registered."
"Okay. I mean, sure. Yes. I will," I mumble, embarrassed. I shouldn't be here.
Mervin gets to his feet, surprisingly lightly and steps out of the way so I can pass. He clicks something at his belt and rumbles, "Stand down team. And let Crash know Kelly's here to see him." I can't hear any reply he gets through his earpiece, but then he says, "Have a good night, Kelly. And let me know when you're ready for us to help you too, okay?"
