Jace:
The second I stepped out of Bubblegum, I knew something was wrong. Not just because of the broken windows. Not just because of the black spray paint bleeding across the front of Camden's garage. It was the silence. Vance Performance was never silent. Even before opening, there was usually something. A radio playing inside. Julio cursing at an engine. Somebody's truck rolling into the lot. Today, there was nothing. Just the crunch of glass beneath my boots. Calla climbed out beside me. She stared at the garage. Her face had gone pale. I reached for her hand. "Stay close."
"I'm fine."
"I know." I didn't let go. A truck came screeching into the lot behind us. Reid. He jumped out before the engine had completely stopped.
"Where's Julio?"
"Here." Julio stepped around the side of the
