ASHLEY’S POV
I stood there staring at the slashed tires like they were some kind of puzzle I was too stupid to solve. I’d barely processed the shock before the guys came jogging back from the far end of the lot, all talking over one another like a pack of angry crows.
Even after they saw the jacket, some of them ran towards the trees, trying to figure out who it was.
“It’s Lucas,” one of them said.
“No doubt about it,” another spoke.
“Told you. When Lucas gets pissed, he does crazy shit.”
I turned my head toward them. “What? No. No, come on. Lucas wouldn’t s***h someone’s tires.”
Jason stepped forward, face serious. “Ash… it was his jacket.”
My stomach dropped. “I know but …”
I looked at the jacket again. And yes - my heart sank, it looked exactly like Lucas’s.
But that still d
