ripped off her pads, sprinting to her brother. At the other end of the field Devon could see the Lewis players were also distracted by the commotion. Presley kept running and whizzed her ball passed the goalie into their net, but she was the only one still playing the game. Devon ran to the sidelines as the ref blew the whistle.
“You’re under arrest for trespassing,” one of the cops announced. “You have the right to remain silent; anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”
Raven burst into tears, crouching next to Bodhi as he lay in the dirt. “What do you want me to do? Why is this happening?”
The other cop, a younger guy with a military buzz cut, wrapped plastic cuffs around Bodhi’s wrist and pulled them tight.
“Call Reed,” Bodhi gasped, spitting out dirt. “He’ll know what to do.”
The cops pulls Bodhi up and walked him toward the parking lot where their cruiser was parked, the red lights silently spinning around and around.
Raven cried as Bodhi was folded into the back seat. Devon put an arm around her. “I’m sure it’s just a mistake, right?”
“I’ve got to call Reed,” Raven choked out. She ran to her backpack near the player’s bench and pulled out her cell phone. Devon watched the police cruiser drive away. Trespassing? At Keaton? Was Bodhi caught for being here now or possibly for another time? The beer bottles, the prescription pills. Maybe Mr. Robins hadn’t been so far off base in his worry over Bodhi.
Behind the cruiser, Devon noticed Eric’s silver BMW sitting idle in the lot. The passenger door opened and a tall guy with shaggy blond hair stepped out. Matt. Even from this distance she could see that he had a swollen black eye. Probably from his fight with Bodhi on the beach. Behind her, Devon could hear Raven crying into the phone talking to Grandpa Reed. She wanted to help Raven; she truly did—no matter what was going on with Bodhi. Raven was on her side when it came to Hutch.
And maybe Raven could help her, too.
CHAPTER 11
“This should do the trick.” Raven placed a small metal box on Devon’s bedspread. She zipped her backpacked closed again while Devon inspected it. Nothing but brushed metal and a single switch on one side of the palm-sized device. They had only ten minutes until first period. For Devon, first period meant doing a session with Matt. But after her last meeting with Robins and Wyler.…
“This little thing will jam the camera?”
Raven gazed into Devon’s mirror, rolling her nest of hair into one organized spiral at the nape of her neck. “It’s just a frequency jammer, super basic. Once you bring it in the room, it will automatically find the frequency the camera is recording on, set itself to the same frequency, rendering your video feed useless. They’ll record you, but it will all be static.” She turned her head toward Devon. “My hair look okay?”
“Yeah, it’s cool. And seriously, thanks. You’re totally saving me. I had no idea how I could still do sessions without selling everyone up the river.” Devon tucked the jammer into her backpack. She noticed Raven twisting the hemp bracelets around her arm, her eyes on the floor. “Any update on Bodhi?”
Raven forced a smile. “Reed’s lawyers are working on it.”
“Did you find out who reported him?” Matt. It had to be him. What other enemies could Bodhi have?
“Don’t know yet. But he should be home today.”
“That’s great. That should make your parents happy, right?”
“Our dad, sure. If he even noticed Bodhi was gone.”
“Oh, does he work a lot or something?” Devon realized she had no idea where Raven and Bodhi actually lived or with whom. If she wanted to know more about Bodhi, that seemed like an obvious place to start.
“Not really. He’s just not that present. Our mom died when I was five. Reed is kind of the best parent we’ve got. He’s looked out for us for years. That’s why we’re at the guest house at the vineyard most of the time. Reed always needs help with something, the wine, the land, security, you know.” Raven slung her backpack over her shoulder. They walked outside together and up the hill toward the classrooms. “You should come over sometime. Like, take a weekend to the guest house or something. Reed would sign you out. If you wanted.”
“Yeah, that’d be cool. Thanks.”
“Gotta make it to Spanish before the bell goes. Good luck