me to one side. I turned around to find Jared sitting on top of Doug Richards. Oz was beside him. Two other guys I recognized from the Rebels team were closing in. Everyone had their flashlights pointed at one another as if they were guns and this was the end of some badass Tarantino movie.
âWe have them outnumbered,â Riley said. âAnything happens and itâs you and me, all right?â I really, really didnât want anything to happen. I wasnât much for violence. Iâd never even punched anyone before, and I wasnât looking to start just then.
âDoug Richards,â Jared said.
âGet off me,â Doug replied.
âI just have a couple of questions,â Jared said. One of Dougâs friends came over and shoved Jared. He flew forward, and Doug scrambled back to his feet.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â Doug said. He had a cut on his cheek. He wiped at it, then stared at his hand.
âWhat happened, Richards?â Jared said. âTell us where you were when Romano was taken out.â
âNowhere near him, you asshat.â
âThen why was your car seen tearing away from the scene?â
Doug was regaining some of his composure. Up to that point, it had seemed as if he could cry at any moment. âI was nowhere near that idiotâs restaurant.â
âOh, so you know where it happened, then?â Jared said.
âYeah, I know. The police have already been to visit me because of something someone told them. Something that was utter bullshit.â
âWhere were you, Richards?â Jared said. âThatâs all weâre asking.â
âNot there.â Doug pulled the tail of his shirt up to his forehead and dabbed at the cut.
âProve it,â Jared said.
âI was with Evan,â Doug said. Evan, Elsaâs brother, took a little step forward. I could see the resemblance. Though Evan was shorter than Elsa, he was way more thick and muscular. He was wearing a hoodie and, for some reason, a pair of winter gloves.
âThatâs bullshit,â Jared said. âWe already know it. Where were you really?â
âWhat do you know?â Evan said.
To Jaredâs credit, he did not give me up. âWe know. And the police will know soon too.â Jared took a step toward Doug. Jared was a lot bigger than Doug, and he looked really pumped up by the situation.
âYou donât have any proof,â Evan said.
âHow do you know we donât have any proof?â Jared said.
âBecause we haveââ Evan began.
âShut up,â Doug interrupted.
âWhat do you have?â Jared asked.
I felt Riley tense up beside me. âDel,â he said.
âWhat?â Then I saw it too. Three large, bright beams of light were tracking the wall behind Doug and his crew.
Someone yelled, âHey, whatâs going on down here?â
Jared shone his light down the corridor. I didnât know who the guys were because their flashlights were so bright. But there were at least three of them. Whether they had any reason to be in the mall or not, we definitely didnât.
One of them yelled something, but I had no idea what. Before heâd even finished the sentence, we were all running as fast as humanly possible.
chapter ten
One set of lights lit up Doug and his group, while another came up behind us. Going out the way weâd come in wasnât an option. Not that anyone was thinking strategically. We all just started running whichever way we were facing.
Someone behind me yelled, âGot one!â and I briefly wondered who it was thatâd been caught.
âRun, Del,â Riley said. He was right beside me.
âWhere?â I yelled. He didnât respond. We were in an every-man-for-himself situation.
I could vaguely recall the layout of the mall. There were two corridors I remembered getting lost in as a kid, one up on the left, the other around the corner, on