Seth released the throttle and pulled back on the hand brakes. The bike skidded to a stop. He spun around and looked. The trucks were stopped at the edge of the woods. Several of the men had jumped out and were yelling obscenities at them. When they noticed they were stopped they started running their direction.
Seth rolled his eyes, knowing at any time he could take off. Breeze clung to him and asked, “What is his plan?”
“Look.” Seth pointed back toward the fireball that was her former home. Sirens and police lights approached from the south.
“Yes!” Caleb punched his fist in the air. “Look!” He pointed.
The men coming up the trail and the men hanging out of the trucks turned. There was a pause before comprehension sunk in and then obscenities littered the air as the truck doors slammed and the vehicles quickly spun around to try to make it past the two police cars. The men who’d been running up the trail turned around and sprinted back for the trucks, some of them leaping into the beds while others got left behind.
There was a lot of hollering and confusion and Caleb’s laughter rang through it all. “Run, baby, run!” he taunted the men.
“Let’s work our way through the trees and back to the truck,” he told Ridge and Seth. “We’ll load up the bikes and then go see who the police managed to arrest. You two can explain that you escaped the house before they started the fire and make sure to press charges for destroying your home and trying to kill you.”
Seth followed his brother’s instructions. As far as spur of the moment plans went it had gone pretty well, none of them had gotten hurt and hopefully the police would be able to arrest a decent number of the perpetrators. The only flaws he saw were Breeze and Ridge’s home was decimated and Breeze hadn’t uttered a word since Caleb had thrown the dynamite and exploded her home.