Chapter 21

They’d just crossed the street to reach his car, when his mother yelled from the doorway of the house.

“Brad!”

“What?” he called back.

“You forgot your leftovers.”

Brad grinned at Justin. “I’ll be right back.”

He jogged back across the street and to the front doors. His mother waited, holding out two large plastic containers of roast beef, mashed potatoes and gravy and Brussel sprouts.

“Thanks, Mom.” He kissed her cheek and turned to go back to the car.

A squealing tire froze him in his tracks. An engine was gunned.

“Those damn kids again,” Bill said from behind his mom. “Always speeding down the street too fast.”

A lump formed in Brad’s throat. “Justin!” He took off running, his heart racing.

A dark sports car sped down the street. He couldn’t make out the color with only the street lights. To Brad’s horror, the driver turned the wheel and aimed straight for Justin.

“Fuck.”