RACING SEAN’S GT3 AROUND streets at a speed I’d never before achieved, my anger fired up. How dare Peter bully my friend that way? It’d been bad enough that I’d endured being beaten by him, but for my friend to be affected to the point of scanning her street on her way home was something else.
At the turning for the construction site, I squealed through the gate posts, flew over the speed bumps, and skidded to a stop. Everyone in the vicinity turned to stare, as I jumped from the car. “Peter!” I took a few steps farther in. “Peter! Get out here! Now!”
Within seconds, he appeared, marching over to me. Grabbing my arm, he went to tug me away, but I pulled loose.
“How dare you harass Poppy?”
He glanced around. “Keep your voice down, Jem.”
The eyes of his workforce remained glued to us, t
