“Hello.” As he shifts the car into park, his face lights up. “SETH! Where…” and just as quickly, all goes dark. He jabs at the steering wheel with his index finger as he listens, then he leans his head back against the headrest and closes his eyes. “Okay. Find somewhere safe to wait. I should get there in about two hours. Call me back then and let me know exactly where you are.” He listens again, rubbing that spot on his forehead. “Just sit tight, okay? Bye.” His hand makes a fist so tight when he closes the phone, for a second I wonder if the phone may shatter. “The cops were staking out Matt’s dorm when Seth got there, so he made a run for it,” he tells me. “He got away, but they confiscated my bike. He thinks they pulled Matt in for questioning. Now I have to figure out what to tell my mother.” I point to his bedroom window and pretend to type, indicating I need to talk to him. He nods, pulls the keys out of the ignition, and opens the car door with all the enthusiasm of a convict heading to the electric chair.
