“Brandon Kyle,” Bruce said.

Kyle said nothing.

“Why does that ring a bell?”

Kyle remained speechless.

“Oh well,” Bruce said, pocketing the license and tossing the wallet back to Kyle. As it hit the pavement, several credit cards spilled out. Kyle collected them, returned them to the wallet sleeves, and slipped it back into his pocket.

“Let’s go find your brother,” Bruce said to Katie.

“Wait, what?” said Kyle. “You’re not going to just leave me here.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do,” Bruce said. “Let me give you a word of advice. Stay off the road.”

Kyle, still sitting on the pavement, watched as Bruce got behind the wheel of the Caddy and Katie jumped in beside him.

Katie said, “Shouldn’t we call the police about him or something?”

Bruce shrugged. “We’ll report him. Got his license. When all this blows over, we’ll tell the cops about him.”

Bruce glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Kyle slowly get to his feet as they drove off. The engine roared as the car accelerated. Katie put a hand to her chest and let out a long breath.

“Wow,” she said. “I’m just starting to come down from all that.”

“Adrenaline,” Bruce said.

“Yeah,” she said. A smile crossed her face. “You were totally badass.”

He grinned. “You weren’t so bad with that spray can.”

Now she was laughing. “Oh my God, my heart was going like crazy, just waiting to shoot him in the face!”

Up ahead, above the tree line, they could see the top of the town’s water tower, the words garrett island painted in ten-foot-high letters on the side. They were approaching a cross street.

Bruce, suddenly subdued, said, “I hope I didn’t make a mistake back there.”

“What?”

“Throwing that gun into the woods.”

“He’ll never find it,” Katie said.

“Not worried about him. It could be someone else. A kid. I don’t like guns. I just wanted to get rid of it. Wasn’t thinking.”

Katie nodded. “When this all blows over, we’ll go back and find it, okay?”

Bruce thought about that and nodded. “Deal.” A smile crossed his lips. “Please tell me you actually know how to read a map?”

Katie slapped the tops of her knees and shrieked. “I know! You could just hear him starting to lose his mind, thinking I was the dumbest girl on this entire island.”

“You convinced me,” Bruce said.

“Oh, thanks for that,” Katie said, turning to look at him, flashing him a huge, admiring smile.

But it disappeared instantly. Her eyes went wide and she screamed: “BRU—”

The Arrival, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, but actually coming out of the cross street as they sped past it, broadsided the Cadillac, hitting it squarely on Bruce’s door.

Everything went black.