"I'm scared, Wraith."
Wraith reached over from his folding chair, patting her knee. "We are too. Glad to see you, though. We wish you would get back in that ring, girl. You're one of the best."
"Not happening, but I'm fine. I'm here to help figure this thing out. There is something agent Rodriguez didn't mention. Only the people in this room can know right now. That show in Indiana, you both and Reid saved me. I... I don't know how to say this." Looking over to Gage for the words. "They think maybe it's connected to me. Someone in the crowd that was there, or a fan that heard about what happened. The whole indie scene knows about what happened to me that night."
Paul jumped up, knowing there was more than what he was being told, even from his own brother. "So, this shit is your fault? What the hell happened that some psychopath has our friends?"