As we pull up, Cade lets out a soft moan.
There's a body covered by a sheet and three cars. My old one is now a black and twisted thing.
Whoever hit Jack must have somehow pierced the fuel tank.
The other car he hit is wiped out, as it hit a truck. And the car that caused it... It's fine.
And both doors are open.
Shit.
"Jack!" Cade shouts as he breaks into a run.
His brother is sitting in an ambulance, a bandage on his head and leg, and an IV in his arm.
"I'm sorry... I... When I came to, they were gone..." Jack says to me and Cade.
But I stop listening. Because there in the melee... Right there is someone that doesn't belong here. Someone that shouldn't be here.
I stride over and grab him.
"Take your fucking hands off me, Enzo. Or you'll regret it," my father warns in cold, hard tones.
I let him go. Not because of the threat, but because I don't need to make a scene.
My blood slams in my head, drowning out the noise around me.
"It's not you under that sheet. And it's not your sister or that Lourdes girl, either."
For the life of me, I can't understand why he sounds so relieved with the first statement, and so matter of fact, like he's letting me know with the second.
But my head is buzzing and pounding.
I stare at him. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"I had a tracker put on your cars. I got an alert about this. I feared the worst."
"You put a tracker on my cars...? I sold this one. I have a new one."
He shrugs. "I didn't know."
Then what he says really sinks in.
"Why the fuck were you tracking me? I'm a grown man, and I do not need my fucking father knowing where I go in my car."
"You either use the subway or you get a car service, unless you're seeing me or...It doesn't matter."
"It does."
Dad laughs. "And you came here because of that alert too, didn't you? I'm betting you track your sister's phone. And tell me how you took over Lourdes' life."
I don't even ask how Dad knows that. Seems he has been doing some digging of his own, too.
I narrow my eyes. "You leave her alone."
"You're as bad as me, Enzo. In fact, you might be worse. You've always been protective of that girl. Always."
I force myself to concentrate, like I force the panic to remain at bay.
