CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ThreadsVaughan swallowed. “It doesn’t matter, Leilah. I’ll say it’s mine.” He wagged the old cut on his hand. “They won’t know.”
“But it’s the blood from my lip. Red smacked the gate into me and everyone saw it happen. Tane’s dad even saw it bleeding afterward.”
“How could you not think they’d know?” Dante laughed out loud, the sound echoing around the bush canopy. “They’re using that new science to identify people. DNA testing or something like that. It’s been in the news for a while. They’ll know it’s Leilah’s blood.”
Vaughan swallowed, his master plan flattened as easily as an unfortunate possum under truck wheels. His gaze darted to Leilah and then away again as he floundered. “I didn’t think about that.”
Dante snorted. “You think Leilah offed Malcolm, don’t you?
