Bryce had reached his girlfriend, and wrapped his arms around her.
Huh, that was quick. I guess he’s experienced at getting where he wants through the crowd at this point.
Still holding her, he turned to see us approaching. I was in the lead, and Minor close behind me.
Maybe he just wanted to say goodbye?
He looked the other way, past the glowing perimeter of Skidmark’s arena, and I followed his gaze to where a middle-aged woman with bleached blond hair and a taller black man with a scar on his lips stood.
Friends of yours?
A.k.a. bodyguards?
I recognized them from Sierra’s description. They were the same people who had attacked the church.
Oh yeah!
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