Chapter 17

"Bryce?"

"I just found out they think the explosion was intentional."

"Oh my God," Bridget gasped.

His father slung an arm around his stepmom's shoulders and pulled her tight to his side. "Do they know who did it?" his dad asked.

He shook his head.

"What are they going to do about protection for you?"

"Not sure."

"Maybe you should come and stay with us. Get out of here for now."

"No. I don't know."

Over his dad's shoulder, Bryce caught a glimpse of Markie climbing out of the captain's SUV. "Dammit!"

"What?" his dad asked as he craned his neck to look over his shoulder in the direction Bryce stared.

"It's Markie. She's here." He grimaced down at his foot. His entire body tensed.

His stepmom placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You couldn't hide this from her forever. Plus, she already knows."

His pulse raced. "What? How?"

When his father wouldn't look at him, he had his answer.

"You told her? Her of all people." His voice raised with each syllable.