Olympus Drive Book 3: According to Plan

Chapter 17

Luna

"That's it," I say, pointing as Nym and Gale stand behind me. Of course we're in the scrap yard. An old civic sits, recently parked, behinds a row of decaying cars. But this one is new, it was driven this morning. And it has my friend's blood on it.

"I don't recognize it," Nym says, frowning, "Can you smell who was in it?"

"Probably," at the moment all I can smell is Erin's blood.  Gale looks at me curiously.

"I'm okay---she was my friend," I say, shaking my head. He zips around the car then back.

"Shit---looks like they tried to clean it," Nym says, kneeling in front of it.

"Yeah I smell soap—they didn't get it all though. I'm sure forensics can prove that." I walk closer, careful not to touch it. If I can open it, I can probably smell who was inside.

"Shh," I raise a hand.

"What?" Nym asks.

I draw my bow.

Flashlights click on our faces.

"Isn't it past your bedtime, Detective?" I ask, lowering my bow.

"Ha ha, you're so funny and sarcastic. What part of 'go home I'll handle this' was confusing to you?" Stamos asks, not at all amused. He's still dressed and somehow clean in a three piece grey suit. Our grandpa and Chiron are behind him.

"This is the car, I tracked it," I say.

"You can track cars? That's cool," my grandpa.

"I tracked her blood which is still on it—help me get it open I might recognize who was inside," I say.

"How did you find us?" Nym asks him.

"You kids always wind up at the damn junk yard," Stamos mutters, putting on latex gloves he apparently carries around.

"Hello, do you want something shiny? 'Course you do you little speedy kleptomaniac," my grandpa is giving Gale shiny things that he's running away with to look at.

"It's locked," Stamos says, shaking his head, "I can get the lab to open it-----why are you raising your goddamn hand Rhea?"

"I think we both know damn well I know how to steal a car, Detective."

"We are not breaking into it why would you even carry---of course you're carrying tools to steal a car."

"It's a coat hanger; don't be that dramatic."

"Do I get to know why you're carrying a coat hanger?"

"No," he says, going to open the car.

"Do you just carry random helpful objects so you can later pretend you saw we'd need them in the future?" Stamos asks, suspiciously.

"Yeah actually, there, open," he says, finishing and stepping back so that Stamos with his gloves can open it.

"Who is it?" Nym asks, eagerly.

"People who don't warsh regularly," my grandpa says, wincing.

"He's right---and that's the Walls—their son Troy goes to our school there's traces of him in there---and his friends," I say, glaring.

"Fantastic, I'm sure DMV records will back that up. I'm gonna call forensics and get them on the car. You kids are gonna go home  and go to bed, not with the kidnapper I'm supervising him----damn it I also don't trust you to go home---look at me, Luna, you need to go directly home."

"I will," I have a lot of revenge to plan. Arrows to sharpen. Wild animals to have at ready. I'm assuming being torn apart by a pack of wolves is a death that Sol will agree is suitable for Erin's murderer, but I can ask him.