pamphlets, and promised to limit Maddie's exposure to media coverage of the accident. Managing a smile and a shaky, "Thanks again!" to the paramedic, he jogged in the other direction of his car and into a nearby thicket of trees. His lungs seized, his stomach tightened, and the last thought he had before he spewed into the bushes was, get your shit together, Parker Kreuger .
CHAPTER SEVEN
As he made his way back to the car, Parker stopped and asked several people what caused the accident, but the answer was always the same. No one had seen where the car came from, and no one could positively identify it. The few children who could remember anything from before the school bus rolled down the embankment had different versions of what had happened. It was a blue car; it was a black car. It came from behind; it came from the other side of the road; it came out of nowhere. Maddie herself had said that the car had come out of nowhere and disappeared just as quickly. Parker asked her again as they drove away from the scene of the accident. She insisted that the car—which she described as large and dark blue with tinted windows—drove straight toward the bus and wouldn't stop until it swerved off the road.
"Just like in a movie," she declared again, adding that the driver of the car was "a man for sure because of the size."
Parker's mind raced the whole way home. He barely noticed the warmth of Charmaine's hand when it wrapped around his. That was no accident . Whoever was responsible had counted on a number of factors to work in their favor. First was the unreliability of young witnesses. No one on the bus (except the bus driver, who was dead) had been over the age of thirteen. Second was the location. The embankment and field were in a remote area. If one of the children hadn't called 911 from her cell phone, they might all still be trapped in a smoking, twisted wreck on the side of the road waiting for someone to drive by and notice that they needed help. And third was the element of surprise. Whoever had done this had counted on the shock of frightened, confused witnesses and had slipped away undetected.
From what he could tell, Maddie had the most accurate description of both the car and the driver, which put her in a potentially dangerous position. He didn't count on the police to keep her safe if she gave her version of events, either. They'd have to keep it under wraps and handle it themselves. The last thing he wanted was anyone knowing that his sister had seen the driver, no matter how briefly. God forbid they have another target on their heads.
Local law enforcement dealt with issues in Kreuger and Vella territory with a light hand. Members of both packs were legal citizens of the land, and they obeyed the laws of society for the most part. When special circumstances arose, the police were advised via a network of scouts, some of whom were sheriff's deputies, and they let the Lycans handle it with minimal interference. Parker knew that the old feud was taken about as seriously as a missing cat. Normally, it would be easy enough to keep the police away by playing up the feud, but not this time. There were twelve dead, most of them children. The accident would likely make national news. Someone had to answer for the crime, and in an election year they could count on the sheriff's investigations to continue as long as it took to secure enough campaign funding. They had to sort it out between themselves and quickly.
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Lena and Dominic were waiting anxiously for their return and he knew he'd have to answer for his sins of omission later, but they were both so relieved to see that Maddie was okay that they barely chastised him at all. He was reassured as Maddie allowed her parents to fuss over her briefly before tucking her phone to her ear with her good hand and heading off to root in the kitchen for a snack. They heard her mention the accident briefly before she steered the