A second text popped under the first. It said, Whos the guy? Rogan focused on the phone. “Pierce.” I texted back, Where are you? Outside ur house. My heart hammered. Mad Rogan leaped up and took off for the door. My mother moved. I hadn’t seen her go that fast since she left the Army. Grandma Frida dashed to the motor pool, Bern ran to the Hut of Evil, while I chased Mad Rogan.
