Adam tried to smile, but it looked forced. “There was a commotion at your house. Your front lawn will need to be resodded,” he said lightly, then sighed when neither Dani nor Diesel relaxed an iota. “King attacked the house. Tried to set it on fire with a Molotov cocktail, and it could have been bad. He threw a rock first so that his bottle would land farther into the living room. It was filled with a tar mixture, so it would have stuck to the carpet and walls and everything else it touched.”

“But that didn’t work,” Dani said flatly. She looked up at Diesel. “Impact-resistant windows, all through the house.”

“Smart,” Diesel said. “So the Molotov just bounced off the window?”

Adam shook his head. “No, the rock bounced off the window. King threw the Molotov at Kate when she confronted him. She’s a damn good leaper, luckily. Her hands have some burns, but she’s mostly unhurt. Decker was up next and King threw a grenade at him.”

Dani gasped, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. “God.”

Diesel frowned. “Did you say a grenade? An honest-to-God hand grenade?”

“I know, right?” Adam shook his head again. “But yes, that’s exactly what I said. Decker saw it and his army training kicked in. He threw himself under Deacon’s Suburban, but got a piece of metal in his thigh—from King’s own vehicle, which King blew up instead of Decker. Satisfyingly enough, Kate shot King in almost the same place that Decker got hit. Deacon got him, too. So King’s wounded.”

“And in custody?” Dani asked darkly and Adam scowled his frustration.

“No. Fucker came armed to the teeth with handguns and a converted AR-15.”

“Converted to full auto?” Diesel asked.

“Yep. Sprayed bullets at anyone who approached him. Then tossed a second grenade that blew a crater in one of your neighbors’ backyards. When the dust cleared, he was gone. He has to have ducked into one of the houses nearby. We have the neighborhood surrounded and roadblocks at every exit. We’re doing door-to-door searches now.”

“The boys must be so afraid,” Dani murmured.

“Deacon says that Joshua thought the grenades were fireworks,” Adam said. “Michael knows the score, but he’s holding it together. He keeps asking for you two, though.”

“We have to go to them,” Diesel said quietly.

Dani’s gaze shot up to his. “You wanted to go to Stone.”

“Stone’s got a lot of people at the hospital right now,” Diesel said. “And as much as I want to be one of them, those kids need us.”

Adam frowned. “Faith and Deacon won’t leave them. You know that, right?”