Alex took a deep breath. His father. Back in town. He felt more out of the loop now than ever and he was tired of it. He glanced around and thought about leaving Michael a note, but figured that if he’d cared about talking to Alex, he would have sent a text. Called. Or maybe actually showed up.

“I’m at the junkyard. But I guess there’s no point in staying here. Why don’t we meet at the bunker? Unless this is a conversation that requires a noon beer.”

Because he didn’t know how or why his father would be in a coma. But he didn’t think he was going to like whatever answer that Kyle had to give him.