She pushed to her feet and stepped out of the center of Gibson’s tire. Stepping up on the side of Ricardo’s tire, she was briefly taller than Anton.
Not bothering to speak, she pushed her semi-brother aside as she stepped down into the middle of Ricardo’s tire.
Anton stumbled backward, tripped on the edge of the tire he’d been working with, and planted his butt in the middle like he was inner tubing down a dirt river.
“Could say I warned ya some,” Jesse laughed at Anton.
But neither she nor Ricardo looked aside.
Or laughed.
Now only the arc of one side of the big tire separated her from Ricardo.
His torture scars weren’t confined to his back. Or maybe the ones on his chest had been in the service of Delta.
But his back.
When he’d turned to face Anton and Jesse, she’d finally seen
