“Get lost.” He shoved Bryce hard, sending him reeling.
Bryce jogged to the sidewalk and headed up the street without looking back. He got into the car and locked the doors and just sat, staring at the street lights lining the street ahead of him.
Was it shameful to run? To be afraid? Whatever Karl was into was likely dangerous. He trusted Jane, after all she was a werebear and supposedly had amazing senses and if she smelled drugs then there were drugs involved somehow. Drugs and gangs and a man who knew his face and had told him twice to stay away.
Jeff and Jase might be able to shrug and look away but I can’t. Karl’s my cousin. I might not particularly like him most of the time but he’s family, and whatever he’s into I have to find a way to get him out. Someway that doesn’t involve me
