The short pre-race brief detailed the day’s activities and key points, just as did every other brief she had been to, with one major exception. Justin wasn’t there. The rumours swirled that he hadn’t been able to secure a medical clearance to ride this weekend. Whoever had beaten him up had done a good job. While she didn’t condone violence, she couldn’t say she was sorry, especially after he attacked her in broad daylight. Maybe he’d threatened the wrong person this time. She came around the corner of her pit area to see Justin with another man confronting Bryce. Speak of the Devil! What was he doing here? The rumours had been right for once. A sling draped over one shoulder nursed his injured arm, and the side of his face looked like an escaped puffer fish. Angry voices reached her. She was too far away to hear what the men were saying, but guessed by their expressions, they weren’t asking each other out to dinner. Justin and the other man shoved Bryce backward.