Chapter 18

Another book came sailing at them. “Get out!” Bobby shrieked. When they didn’t move, he grabbed another book and hefted it, menacing. “I said get out.”

Out in the hallway again, the door to Bobby’s room once more shut against the world, Corey sighed as he ran a hand through his short hair. The bangs stood up in spikes from his temples. “I’m sorry. He’s still pretty shook up, I think. I just wish he’d be a little more cooperative, help get that ass off the streets before anyone else gets hurt.”

Softly, Will said, “He knows who it was.”

Corey gave him a sharp look. “How do you know?”

With a shrug, Will admitted, “Call it a hunch. I ama detective.”