FOUR
Pictures weren’t much better. Everyone was in a bad mood. Smiles were forced and the group shot was probably the best one, and that was only because it was so wide. They only took half a dozen before Paul called his crew over.
Trick went to join his personal posse.
Lyla had seen the woman at the head of the group looking at her frequently throughout the day. She’d been in the front row on Trick’s side, so Lyla guessed that the woman was Trick’s mom. She was looking again and seemed to want to come over, but Trick put an arm around the front of her chest and drew her back.
“Okay,” Paul said, rushing over to her, reaching Lyla even before her aunt and mother managed to. He put an arm around her and began to guide her away, but paused to look around. “Where’s Trick?”
Turning, she po
