Later that night, after Devin had left Tyler's room and returned to his, the quiet finally settled in, with the weight of the day.
Tyler lay in his bed, staring at nothing in particular. The low hum of the air conditioning system and the distant bark of a neighbor's dog were the only sounds in the room.
He wasn't ready to sleep yet and his mind was filled with thought of the incident in the afternoon.
The robbery attempt at Westmont Plaza wasn't something he could shake off easily. It had ended in his favor, yes. No one was hurt and the man was now in custody. And Devin was safe.
But the "what if" still lingered like a foul smell in the back of his thoughts.
What if he hadn't been strong enough or fast enough? What then?
What if Devin had stepped out of the car too soon, and if the robber had panicked and pulled the trigger, if there had been a second man with a different plan—
