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nervous with the out-of-it look on his face. “Do you need to go to a
hospital?”
He shook his head slowly. “No.” His voice was stronger
now, which was slightly reassuring. Slightly.
I gave him one more look-over. His skin wasn’t bruised as
far as I could see, and the hand that had been holding the walkietalkie
didn’t look burned. His eyes were beginning to focus more
and his voice had sounded better. The color was still drained from
his face, but he was always pale, so that wasn’t a huge issue.
“Okay.” I finally shifted my focus just as everyone came
striding quickly down the driveway.
“We advised Mr. Johansson that it’s best if he and his family
stayed elsewhere tonight,” Richard informed me. “He’s going to
meet his wife and son at his mother’s house. As for us, we’re going
to go to my house and talk about what just happened.”
“Are you okay to drive?” I asked Tucker.
He blinked dazedly. “Yes.”
I turned away from him and gave Richard a worried look. I
didn’t think it was good for him to try in this condition. Luckily, he
picked up on what I was trying to tell him and said, “I think that
Ethan will drive you and Chelsea back to my place for now, if that’s
okay.”
Tucker just nodded.
If I’d known how to operate a manual, I would have offered
to drive us myself. But as it was, I was grateful to have Ethan there
with us. This way if there was anything seriously wrong with Tucker
it wouldn’t be on my shoulders alone. I had never seen anything like
this happen before. I didn’t know what the appropriate reaction was.
Once the cars were loaded up, I climbed into the backseat of
the car and the guys took the front. As Ethan pulled a K-turn, he
said, “Okay, guys, spill. What the hell happened in there?”
“Did you get the video camera?” I asked. I couldn’t pull my
eyes away from the house. Half of me expected the entire thing to
go up in flames.
“Yeah, why?”
“Because you’re not going to believe this unless you see it.”
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