She sat next to Abby. A few broken fingernails were around her feet. Okay. Lia was sorry about that. That had to hurt.

“Gem, can you pull your car up as close to the park entrance as possible?” Lia asked.

“Yeah, yeah.” Gem took off.

“Do you think if you move, it’ll get worse?” Devon asked.

Abby shook her head. “Don’t let Omelet jump down here.”

“You good, then?” Ben asked, peeking over the bridge. “I can walk him to your house and meet you there?”

Lia texted Ben the address to Abby’s house. She helped Devon pull Abby to her feet, taking care of the injured arm. Abby hooked her good arm over Devon, and Lia helped support the other. Her hands shook softly, but Abby didn’t seem to notice. Abby wrinkled her nose at the bridge as they passed it.

“I always grab that railing to stretch,” Abby said. “I tie the leash to it, too. Good thing I didn’t today.”

“The nails looked loose.” Lia squeezed her hand. “I am sorry.”

Abby laughed. “I know. Let’s just not make this a habit.”

They got her to Gem’s car and tucked her into the front seat, maneuvering the seat belt for her. Devon and Lia crawled into the backseat.

“So,” Abby said, looking at each of them. “I don’t want to get the school involved—everyone would hate me—but you owe me.”

Lia leaned back in her seat. “Yeah?”

“Technically, what just happened was property damage,” Abby continued. “You could get disqualified if the Council found out.”

Lia opened her mouth but couldn’t form the words. Gem winced.

“Yeah,” Abby said, dragging it out. “If I told, you could get disqualified, and that would really be terrible.”

Fear clamped Lia’s mouth shut, so Devon was the one who had to break the silence.

“Are you trying to extort us?” he asked. “You already had the upper hand.”

“I almost had no hand.” Abby hummed. “Oh my God, Prince, lighten up. You take this game way too seriously. I won’t tell anyone about this if you all agree to not kill me for a week.”

They would be so far behind the other teams if they waited to go after Abby until next weekend, but she had a point. The game would still be on. If they were disqualified, they were done for in the game and in real life.

“That seems fair?” Devon said, pitching the statement like a question.

Gem nodded. “I would like to not be disqualified.”

“And being the people who got adults involved with the game seems less than fun,” Devon said.

Lia had shot Abby’s dog and sent her tumbling off a bridge, and bore part of the responsibility for hurting her. It was fair. A week was more than enough time to figure out their new plan of attack.

“It is fair,” Lia said grudgingly.

The car pulled in front of Abby’s house. Outside, the malamute rolled over, dirt caking his wet fur. Ben laughed and took a picture.