Evan protested. “No, he’s telling the truth.” Kyle laughed. “You’re crazy — same as your mama. Don’t forget, dude, she’s the one who’s gonna pay if you bail on us now —” “But he won’t.” Riggs clapped Evan’s back. “Right, bro?” “Don’t you get it?” Evan was trying to get through to them. “You can’t do it. Someone could get hurt, really hurt. Dude, I’ve got friends there and you guys do, too. There are lots of kids who look up to you —” “Well, they better stay in the bleachers and out of the building.” The ponytailed Kyle grinned. “Anyway, bro, we’re not up to that part yet. First thing we gotta do is get you tattooed. That’s why we’re here.” “Yeah, that, and just one other little thing.” Riggs rubbed his hands together. He was wearing his weight-lifting gloves, and the tips of his fingers were bright red with cold. “Later,” Kyle snapped at his brother. “We’re not talking about that now. You ready in there?” “We got a problem,”
