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With more urgency, he said, “My dad’ll take care of that. But since you’re out of it anyway, you might as well—”
Aware Evan was still talking, Dan didn’t pay any attention to the words. He focused on what he input to the search engine and what came up, opening one particular result and skimming the words.
Until Evan shoved in, gaping over his shoulder at Dan’s screen. “Holy — Look at what she did.”
Dan immediately clicked back to the string of results. “Shut up, Kevery. There’s a bunch of other stuff here. See this one? Says she was exonerated.”
“I don’t care if she was executed. That’s hot sh—”
A truck horn blast sounded outside. “That’s Dad. We gotta go.”
“You keep your mouth shut about this, Kevery.”
“Why the hell should I?”
“Because it’s not the whole story.”
“Looked like a whole story to me,” he sneered.
“That’s why you’re so crappy at research. You have to look at all of it, not just the first one you hit and—”
Another horn blast — longer this time.
Evan was up, his belongings gathered.
Dan grabbed his shirt front. “You don’t say anything to anyone. Swear. Or I will beat you so bad—”
“Fine, fine. But let’s go before he blows up.”
Dan still took time to clear his search and shut down the computer completely before following Evan, then apologized to Mr. Kevery for holding him up.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“What on earth…?”
Kenzie leaned forward over the steering wheel of her car, peering toward the schoolhouse as they rolled down the side of the rise that had hidden it from view until now.
Vicky shaded her eyes with her hands.
“Is that a bus on the back of that flatbed?”
“You mean the one they’re unloading by the school? Yes. At least it used to be a bus. It isnota step up from what we have now.”
It was a regulation school bus. Yellow, where it wasn’t rusted or gray with repair compound. With a gaping hole where the side door should be. And it now sat angled off the southwest corner of the building, where no one could miss it.
“That’s Bexley Farber isn’t it? What is she doing?”
As Kenzie pulled in between her trailer and Vicky’s, well past the wreck of a bus, Bexley looked up from where she was pulling something from the back of her vehicle and waved.
“You’re just in time,” she called happily when they started toward her.
“For what?” Vicky eyed the bus with disfavor.
“Don’t worry. It won’t look like this for long,” Bexley assured them.
Not feeling particularly assured, Kenzie said, with caution, “That’s good.”
“It’ll be much, much worse when I’m done with it.”
