Bonnie Byrne was not a person without sympathy, and a whole school of trapped and/or missing kids really was some terrible shit, but she had a special sort of philosophy regarding weird and/or terrible shit in the world. And that philosophy was 'if it doesn't affect me and mine, I will steer the fuck clear.' It worked for her. It worked pretty damn well, actually, and she thought of it as highly practical considering the secrets she and her brothers had between them. Oh sure, in public she showed an appropriate display of concern and sympathy, but in the privacy of her own home, she tuned it all the fuck out. She went about her business. Which was kind of hard to do, considering all shows at the theater had been canceled due to the chaos and even things like going to the grocery store were complicated considering the traffic.
It never once occurred to BJ that what was happening at the school did affect her family, or someone in her family. Liam wasn't in high school (because Liam was a little shit who had dropped out, and no, she would never get over that), and she didn't really think of him as hanging around with high school kids. He was of that age, but for whatever reason, one and one didn't click together in her head. She was entirely ignorant of what her little brother was going through, and at the time when he decided to go poking his nose into trouble, BJ was in the kitchen minding her own damn business and making dinner. And then there was a sound like a wrecking ball had just gone through part of the house.
BJ was off like a shot of lightning. It was a special sort of woman who could run in stiletto heels, and BJ was just such a woman. She'd actually learned it from a Detroit hooker she used to hang around with, but that was neither here nor there. She stormed into her little brother's room, taking in the scene with wide eyes. "Liam!" She ran to his side, falling to her knees at his side and trying to make sense of what she saw. "Liam, Liam, what the fuck! Are you okay? What happened?"