There was no way Corb would believe me. He and Sarge were buddies. But maybe I could get him to believe something else.

“I don’t have it with me.” How the hell did he know it was a knife if Crash hadn’t been here causing this mess? Crash would have come in, yelling for the knife. Trashing the place. I knew he was strong enough, he’d thrown me across the room like I weighed nothing.

“Then you’d better get it and bring it to me. Maybe I can salvage this with Crash. We do not need him pissed off at us.” He picked me up by one arm and pushed me toward the stairs. “You’re worse than Alan said. You aren’t just chaos, you’re stupidity incarnate.”

I stumbled up the steps and grabbed the bike.

Corb’s words stung like blows to my body, and I shook as I walked my bike back through the graveyard. He agreed with Alan.

And every insecurity, every time Himself had said he’d been embarrassed by me came rushing back, dropping me to my knees. I put my hands over my face to block out the light, to breathe through the pain washing over me. Too old. Too out of shape. A woman. A joke. Had I been a joke to Eammon and the others all along? I swallowed hard as a burning core of anger cut through the pain.

“I am not a joke.” I all but growled the words. I’d prove it to them if it killed me in the process. Eric needed me, which meant I had to pull my bigger than average big girl panties up, and get the job done.

I wiped my face of the tears I hadn’t meant to cry. Robert swayed next to me and I looked at him. “Sarge had something to do with this. So, I can’t use him to track Eric. And Corb would never believe me now.” Yeah, that stung. Robert swayed a little faster.

I pushed to my feet. Eammon was out too, seeing as I was his number one on the “You’re an idiot” list.

Who did I have left in my arsenal to help?

“Not Feish,” I muttered. She worked for Crash and was afraid of him.

Crash was definitely out, seeing as he could very well be the bad guy here. Damn it, I had to be honest, he was the bad guy. He’d made this knife.

Who was there left that I knew? Not Hattie, she was too timid, and I didn’t want to get her killed.