Now there was a shift in dynamics, now it was Tad calling out-- albeit not as desperately-- as Derby had been-- as though in search of-- well, something definitely more important than an associate. His jaw clenched and he looked in the direction of the voice.
Tad Smith. The one who could be blamed for this entire mess. And he was now trying to sneak away, typically gutless-- probably off in search of Derby to kiss his arse ofr suck his cock or whatever else would placate the scandalised former Prep leader.
But Bif wasn't going to let him get away that easily.
"Smith!" he called out, trying to keep his voice light and upbeat. "Anything troubling you?"