Wyatt stayed out of the way and made tea before joining everyone else in the living room, too jittery to do much else while police officers checked over the house, and red and blue lights flashed through the windows.
“We’ve lived here over fifteen years and never had a problem,” Justin was telling one officer. “It’s coyotes you worry about out here, not burglars.”
“Gotta say,” the officer said, flashing a grin at Lettie as she sat on the couch with her dogs surrounding her, “your dogs are incredible.”
Lettie lifted her chin. “All dogs are incredible.”
“Yeah, you got me there,” the officer said and looked back to Justin. “Anyway, it looks like you were targeted.”
Wyatt saw the way that Justin flinched at that. “What?”
“You ever see those guys before?” the officer asked.
“No, we don’t know them.”
Dad walked into the room, his phone still in his hand.
“Seems like they know you,” the officer said. “Vincent Chase and Matias Morales.”
Justin shook his head, his brow creasing.
“How about an Izzy?” the officer asked, and Wyatt jolted. “Apparently their friend Izzy told them there was no security here.”
Dad and Justin exchanged a look.
No, Wyatt wanted to tell them.He wouldn’t.But the words wouldn’t come.
“I don’t know,” Justin said slowly. “Sorry, it’s been a hell of a night.”
“Yeah, I understand,” the officer said. “Okay, we’ll take these guys out of here, and you give your insurance company a call and get your windows fixed. I’ll leave you my card in case you think of anything, but otherwise I’ll be in touch in a couple of days anyway.”
“Thanks,” Justin said, taking the officer’s card.
Dad shook the officer’s hand.
* * * *
“Ding, ding, ding, got it right in one,” Justin spat at Izzy. “Unless you have more friends who break into people’s homes.”
“They’re not my fucking friends!” Izzy sounded angry, but he looked like a wreck. His eyes were bloodshot, and he stank of weed, and Wyatt felt sick just looking at him. He didn’t even look like Izzy. Not like the Izzy who moved with a confident swagger, or the Izzy who stared right into Wyatt’s soul when he looked at him. He looked confused, and dozy, and pathetic. “I didn’tdoanything wrong!”
“You put my family in danger!” Justin looked like he was going to punch Izzy, and Wyatt’s stomach clenched. “You fucking led some thugs into our home, Izzy!”
“I didn’t—”
“No!” Justin yelled at him. “You stink of weed like you’ve smoked all fucking night. I’m done! I stuck my neck out for you, and you spat in my face! You’re fired. Get your stuff together. I want you out of here by morning.”
Wyatt’s chest ached, and he could hardly pull any air into his lungs.
He saw movement at the other end of the trailer. Sam was there, squinting in confusion at everything that was happening, his jaw hanging.
“I didn’t do it!” Izzy exclaimed, looking around like he was looking for someone who could—
Wyatt’s stomach clenched when Izzy’s bleary gaze found him.
“Wyatt! Baby, I didn’t—”
Justin grabbed Izzy by the front of his T-shirt. “Thefuckdid you just call him?”
