Daniel told you the truth?â
His sudden slack face and shifting eyes say it all. I snort, but need to be down there with Daniel. That means I head straight down the embankment, and if goon squad spots Gravel Voice? Well, too bad.
âKami.â Worry might have softened his voice. âTake this.â He yanks off a glove and pulls out a business card from his wallet. âAnytime, day or night.â
I take it. Gravel Voice has a name, Detective Bob Davidson. A cool exit down the hill would have been nice; instead I slip and slide, finally ending up scooting down on my butt. At the base, Sam, Sandy, and Brute wait. Fifty yards away, the goons head under the dome.
âWhat do we do?â Sam the Fearful asks.
âFollow me. United front.â
Sandy grins. âCool.â
Iâm terrified. âNo smiling. Look mean.â
Side by side, along with droll-slinging Brute, we cross to Broken Bone. Daniel rides his board up the highest bowl, slides the rim, and then balances rock solid for ages on the edge. Then he rocks it off the perilous rise, finishing his run.
Daniel sees us first. His jaw literally drops. The skaters clear space for my crew. Itâs feeling like West Side Storyâs gang rumble. Gang? Right, our pep band t-shirts under our open coats and school-colored knit caps on our heads scream gang.
Danielâs short temper blows. âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
âSaving your butt.â I turn to the goons. âNothing happens here today.â And isnât that like a cop-show actorâthe one bluffing without a gun or backup?
âShe your protection squad?â Goon One asks. âListen, Bud, you come back and youâll get what you got last time. This is our territory. We donât want your stinking drugs on our turf.â
Now whoâs sounding like a movie? Then the goon spits in Danielâs face and waits, just itching for Daniel to fight.
Sandy thrusts Bruteâs leash into my hand, and she body locks against Daniel whoâs zeroing in on the goon. Her voice changes into someone I donât know. âCome on, honey. I donât want to see a fight.â Her hand slips into Danielâs open jacket and brushes from his chest to his waist. âYou can do this another time. I donât want to see any blood, okay?â
Isnât that a scene in one of those old film noir movies? Whatever. It works and itâs brilliant. Then Sandy drags Daniel away. Sam, Brute, and I follow.
Goon One calls after us, âYeah, head home with your honey .â He makes smooching noises and the goons laugh.
Daniel grabs his backpack, while I grab his board where he left it. He holds his temper until we cross Sixth Street and drop down into the parking lot, out of sight of the skate park. Then he rips Sandyâs hand away. Sheâd worked it around his waist as she dragged him toward the cars. He rounds on me. âWhat the hell are you doing? I said to stay out of my life. Youâre supposed to be on the Fort Carroll bus.â
Sandy jumps on his words. âKamiâs here to help your sorry ass!â She steps up in his face. âYou be nice to her, because you owe her big-time!â To me, she says, âGet this creep up to speed and get what we need.â She takes Bruteâs leash from my hand. âWeâll drop Brute off at home and meet you guys at the lair.â Then she heads for her pickup.
Watching my BFF march away, Sam shoots me the craziest smile. âIsnât she great?â Then he runs to catch up with Sandy.
Iâm wowed too. Sandyâs fast on her feet, but that fast? And sheâd hit the testosterone-stand-off right out of the skate park without anyone getting hurt.
Daniel stares at my friends as they drive off. He makes fists, the same way heâd done manhandling his backpack at the library and MA. Clink. Clink. Clink. Then like an erupting volcano he slams his hand into the
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