Found #2

Chapter Eight

I shivered, looking up at the nice house before us two days later. I didn't really know what I was going in there for. Maybe information. Maybe something to give me some sort of explanation so I wouldn't be so in the dark. I zipped up my leather jacket and glanced at Kiesten, mentally praying that no one would find us. There was yellow police tape surrounding the white building and dead flowers lining the walkway.

"Did you bring them?" I asked, as we both ducked when a car passed. We couldn't risk being seen, especially by a cop. They would think we were up to something (which we technically were...but for a beneficial cause). Kiersten nodded in the darkness and fished in her duffel bag for four flat plastic plates and a roll of duct tape.

I did mine first, placing the plates under both of my shoes and wrapping the duct tape around my Converses. Enough crime show marathons had me believing that the cops would trace our shoe prints. Kiersten did the same and we stood up in the grass, slightly taller and feeling more awkward.

We had plastic gloves on and as we both stalked over to the side door, Kiersten sucked in a breath and let it out. "What?" I asked worriedly.

"It's locked."

I shook my head and tried the handle. Why hadn't we thought of something so simple? Of course it would be locked. This was police property now. It took all of my willpower not to give up and walk back to my car. "Breathe, Sienna..." I told myself, hoping my mental words of encouragement would help. It didn't.

"Wait, look." Kiersten wandered over to a basement window. It was small. Too small for me to climb through but not for Kiersten. She was tiny for her age, barely over five feet while I was 5'6.

The window was unlocked. She gave me a mischievous look as she attempted to slide through, feet first. "Don't hurt yourself." I called to her in the night. Far down the street, a dog barked and a car rumbled to life. My phone vibrated in my pocket. Mom.

"Hey, sweetie where are you?" She asked, worry in her voice.

"Sorry, I forgot to call. I'm out with Briella." I reassured her, a pang in my chest for lying to her. "Where with Briella? You should have called. You had me worried sick."

"Just 'out', mom. I don't have to tell you everything," I said, anger in my tone. "I'll be home later."

"Sienna, young lady-"

I hung up just as the side door opened and Kiersten stood there with an expression of terror on her face.