“You don’t get paint transfer this deep from a light bump of the bumper,” Derek said.

“Somebody slammed this bike hard against something solid.”

Michael tugged at his watch strap again.

He pictured Noah riding his bike anywhere near that heavy truck.

“I’ll ask Lena to keep the bike in the backyard from now on, where it’s safe,” Michael said.

Derek stood up and threw the red cloth onto his wooden workbench.

“You honestly think that was an accident?” Derek asked.

“Travis is careless,” Michael said.