Bree wanted to confront Cat, to see if she’d admit to cutting the electricity to the club. But as soon as she walked out into the parking lot, she could tell that wasn’t going to happen.
Reflection from the lights of a police car radiated off of every surface, including the bus, filling their fields of vision with red and blue. “I didn’t do anything!” she heard a familiar voice screaming, but the fact that Cat was in handcuffs and being escorted to the back seat of the police car made Bree think otherwise. Especially since she already had a good idea that it was Cat who had done the damage to the club.
“That’s the owner,” Shawna, who had been in the process of walking them out, said from behind Bree. “His name is Walt Folk. He doesn’t look very happy.”
