I thought about getting on my bike and riding away.

Had he followed me? But how?

Was he a part of the search party?

Was there a search party? I hadn’t seen any flyers around yet.

What if Bart had lured him there? What if he was about to be SWAT teamed? Was everything about the FBI really true?

I stood up and started walking over even though it wasn’t smart. Especially if Grant was out looking for me.

But I was tired.

I got nearer to the house and thought it would be very interesting to see what happens if he was a criminal.

But then, the front door opened.

Bart’s mom came out. She was in tight jeans and a tight T-shirt and just like my mom, she had her hair flowing all over the place.

I froze.

“Hey, babe,” she said. Surely she wasn’t talking to Grant.

Surely.

But then she ran out and before I could even think, she was jumping into dumb-bum wanted-by-the-FBI, possible criminal mastermind, for-sure-horrible-hygiene Grant’s arms.

Just like that.

And then they started kissing.