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It’s the thrill of everything, Violet. It’s going out and exploring while enjoying yourself. Franco said to go and have fun.
“Why not,” she said, taking a bean bag. She handed the man a dollar and stared at the bottles. She looked at the way they were stacked and pulled her arm back. She threw, and the bean bag hit the top bottle. She listened as it tumbled. She balanced the second bean bag.
She threw it harder toward the bottom and knocked three more down. She held the third bean bag and smiled, feeling proud. She tossed the last beanbag knocking the last bottle down. She threw her hands up with excitement.
The man handed her a stuffed bear, and she giggled. She turned on her heels, going to start up another game. She played more games but kept an eye and nose out for someone who carried the scent she needed. She never found it.
She wondered what would happen if they never found out who the person was. Would they continue to go after Franco? Probably.
She didn’t want to imagine if something had happened or if he lost the race. The thought made her tiger wild. A pissed-off Franco wasn’t someone she wanted to meet. She could imagine it wasn’t pleasant, and she wondered who he would take his anger out on.
Holding her stuffed bear closer, she calmed herself. She didn’t need to worry about that because he wasn’t going to lose. Franco was going to win the race.
She went back onto the track where driver introductions were being given. The crowd was going wild, and there a group moved along more tents that were set up.
These tents were larger than the ones inside, and the prizes seemed large. More seemed to be given away as the group moved.
She joined the crowd that was shuffling along. Each tent was a sponsor, handing out items with their name on them.
The bigger prizes were being given by Franco’s sponsors. They were handing out huge stuffed bears and signed posters. She watched kids run with shirts that had his signature on them.
She froze when a smell suddenly hit her, and it hit her hard. Her stomach clenched, and she stopped breathing for a moment.
She cocked her head to the left, looking at the tent she was standing in front of. Her eyes took in the name, and she scowled. Her tiger roared.
Koss Supplies. Her stomach twisted as she’d heard that name more than a few times. But what bothered her more was that scent. They were their attackers.
Anger slipped over her like a blanket, and she clenched her hands into tight fists. Rage boiled in the back of her throat, and she glared at the people working the tent.
She didn’t need them to know who she was, and she was grateful the teddy bear hid her shirt. She didn’t need them knowing she was sniffing them out.
She turned, moving with the crowd, being sure none of them realized she’d identified them. When she was far enough away, she took a deep breath and gave herself a moment to think.
Should she tell Franco? What would happen if she did? What would happen if she didn’t? Franco deserved to know what she’d found out.
She hated the questions and chewed on her bottom lip. She didn’t want to get him out of his mindset of winning. She knew how important it was.
And telling him about what she’d found out would do just that. She didn’t want to screw him out of a win.
Franco had worked hard for this. You can’t tell him and get him all nervous about the race. He needs a clear mind.
She continued to walk down the track, getting farther away from the crowd. She headed toward Franco’s area, where his car sat, but he wasn’t there. Her shoulders dropped.
Cornel stood by his vehicle, and he cocked his head at her. “What in God’s name are you wearing?”
She looked down, remembering she had a shirt with Franco’s head on it. She smirked. “Isn’t it awesome? I bought it over there by the tents.”
He snorted, shaking his head. “He is going to die when he sees you wearing that. How was your look around? Did you see some other fun stuff? Besides the shirt and the teddy bear.”
Her stomach flipped, suddenly remembering what she had figured out. She still was unsure about whether to bring it up. Was it something she should do?
She could trust Cornel because Franco trusted him. So the mechanic wasn’t someone she worried would use the information in the wrong manner.
She needed to tell someone, and who else besides the mechanic that worked on Franco’s vehicle? He deserved to know, considering he had to fix it last time.
She took a few steps toward him, looking around. She leaned in and whispered. “I have a question about one of the sponsors here.”
She wasn’t going to tell him she suspected them just yet. She wanted to make sure all the dots lined up.
