16 Bryce
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“Whoa,” said Bryce, raising his hands. “I’m friend, not foe. In fact, I know the Wild family.”
“Oh, sorry,” said the man, smiling broadly as he lowered the gun. “Wasn’t sure if you were here to steal from us or what your deal was. Name’s Tom,” he said, holding out his hand. “Tom Jones.”
“Bryce De Luca,” he answered, shaking it.
“So, kid, what are you doing out here?”
“Well, looking for Cassie and her grandparents, Steve and Irene Wild.”
“Unfortunately, they’ve left the city,” said Tom. “At least, Steve and Irene. I’m not sure about Cassie, haven’t seen her for a long time.”
“Where did Steve and Irene go?”
He sighed. “Well, they heard from their son Dave a couple of weeks ago and left for Atlanta – when the cell phones were still working. Haven’t seen anyone since
