Adrian’s crutches are propped up against her bed. Some dark part of me would like to race over to them, snatch them up, and beat him over the head with them until he’s got a concussion. But of course, I can’t do that.

Too late to pretend I haven’t seen this. What do I do here?

WHAT DO I DO? My thoughts race and tumble. It’s Adrian.

Adrian.

Anger builds the longer I look at his stupid face. “Thought you were at your aunt’s.”

“I was,” he says, one shoulder shrugging as he props himself up on Evie’s pillows while she tugs the quilt up higher. “Now I’m here.”

“You should be in jail. You could have killed an animal. Did you know that? Their pet was inside the offices when you threw that crowbar.”

He looks momentarily taken aback. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t throw anything.”

“I should call the cops right now.”

“Josie!” my cousin pleads.

“You have no proof,” Adrian says. “Who’s to say it wasn’t another car? Or maybe it was Jam or Crandall?”

I have no idea who those people are, but I’m guessing they’re his Golden buddies who were in the car with him.

“Besides,” he says. “What if there were actual people inside my dad’s store when grease monkey threw the rock into our window? Ever think about that? Not animals, but real people. He could have murdered someone when he threw the rock.”

“It was an accident,” I say. “I don’t how many times I have to keep saying it.”

Adrian looks at me funny. “Why did you say it that way?”

“What way?”

He points in my direction. “That way.”

Oh god. How did I say it? My heart races when I glance at Evie’s face. She shakes her head—almost imperceptible, but a shake. A warning. “I just meant that I was there with Lucky that night,” I explain to Adrian. “I was there when it happened, and it was an accident. He wasn’t trying to hit the window. He was aiming for the sign. It wasn’t intentional.”

Adrian looks at me for a second too long.… Finally he frowns and sighs. “Whatever, kid. Let’s just agree that both incidents were misguided. Best for all of us if we forget it and move on. Why are you here, anyway? You need something from Evie? Otherwise, we’re kind of busy.…”

Wow. This guy just doesn’t give a damn. No damns. One minute he’s breaking windows, and the next, he’s up here in my cousin’s room—

Nope. Don’t want to think about it.

I look at Evie and say, “We’ll be having company in about an hour, just so you know.… Might want to clear out.” I strongly suggest you do.