Page 89 of Fueled Hate

“Parker wasn’t there, so it looks like Andrew is the one I need to chat with.”

“Parker was there.”

“No he wasn’t,” Bryce insists.

“I saw him take off. They’d raced for pinks earlier. He’d beat all our asses. Andrew said to keep Parker out of it because he would turn us in for … something else.”

“Pills,” I respond as Kyle slightly nods.

“Andrew told the police I was racing Noah, and I went along with it. I just wanted to forget all about that night.”

“Some of us can’t forget.” Stepping back, I turn and head to the car.

On my heels, Bryce says, “I saw the security camera footage at his workplace. I paid a pretty penny for it too. Parker wasn’t at the Dome when it happened.”

“No, he wasn’t. But his car was.”

Andrew. It has to be. The question is was it an accident or something more sinister? The pill smuggling definitely played a part, but not the one I’d thought. Either way, I need to put a stop to that too. How do I do that without pushing Sadie even further away by turning in her dad?

50

Sadie

I hold my breath every time the door opens, watching to see who’s walking into Big Tobe’s. I don’t want it to be him. I want Dylan as far away from me as possible, yet I keep watching, waiting for him to show up. Maybe he got the hint and returned to Marcheur. It’s a possibility because I haven’t seen him since last night. He wasn’t in government class this morning, not that he needs the class. It was just a sham to torment me, a lie to get closer to me.

I’m taking an order from my table when the door opens and I look over. It’s not the person I’d been watching for but it’s definitely someone I don’t want to talk to. Kyle.

He hovers nearby as I wrap up the order and head to place it.

“Sadie, I need to talk to you.”

There’s no amount of sincerity in his voice that would make me believe for a single second that he’d felt bad about anything he’s done.

“I’m working. And even if I wasn’t, there’s nothing, or no one, we need to talk about.” I hurry to walk away but he grabs my arm.

I jerk out of his grasp. “Have you not done enough? Why can’t you just let me move on? Why would you try so hard to hold onto whatever we had when you were fucking her? All you had to do was break it off.”

“I couldn’t. Sadie, I need to tell you something.” Kyle glances behind me.

“Is there a problem here?” Jett asks from behind me.

“Sadie, just a few minutes,” Kyle begs.

“No. You’ve taken enough from me.”

“Just give me a call when you get off work. I will tell you everything. You deserve that.”

“I already know everything I need to know.” I turn, heading into the kitchen as Jett follows.

“Hey, don’t let him get to you.” Jett rubs his palm up my arm as I shift away.

“I’m not. I just need a minute.”

“I get it. Let me know if you need anything.” Jett gives me an encouraging smile and heads back into the main area of the diner.

Taking a deep, slow breath I walk through the doors and continue on with my shift, grateful that Kyle is nowhere in sight. I don’t ever stop watching for the other idiot, and I’m thankful when he doesn’t show.

Nearing the end of my shift, my section has cleared out except for one last table that should be done soon. Stepping near the bar, I glance back to see the couple laughing about something.