My hands gripped the sides of the driver’s seat of the moving truck as Bryce seemed to hit every pothole in the road. “Helen, time for you to figure out how we can discretely talk to Mike. Since you know the habits of everyone in this town, you’re our best resource. Tomorrow is Sunday, so he shouldn’t be at work.”
Helen bounced on the oversized passenger seat like a child on a hopper ball. “It’s funny you should ask because I actually heard from his mom yesterday. He is in bed nursing a back injury. He competed in the bike race and lost control of his handlebars.” She pivoted in her seat and smiled. “I also know the best fish-n-chips truck in the west visits Defiance tomorrow, and Mike is obsessed with their food. Ally, you and I will take him his favorite fried food, like friendly townsp
