Who Killed Aylee?

Chapter 9

Penny

When Thatcher ran in yelling for me I felt regret watching over me again. What did I do? He burst into my room as I was grabbing a towel and heading for the shower.

" There is a huge issue!" He yells with crazy arms and his eyebrows meet his hairline. His blue eyes are huge. Terrified. No doubt nervous about what dad will say. I don't know what to say so I say nothing. I just stare at him. " They are picking up the twins!"

" For what?" I ask. Which isn't really a dumb question. I really don't know that answer. " How did you hear this?"

" I was over at Hilary's and well she has a scanner. I heard it just a few minutes ago. Said they are wanted for questioning about a drug deal and murder." He starts pacing back and forth. On our checkered tile. " This is going to mess up our next job. Dad is going to kill us. I don't care if he is locked up. He can do it."

" No it won't, I can move things around and we can still get it done." I suggest knowing he isn't really thinking clearly.

" You can do it?" He asks, still pacing. I nod yes and reach out to him. Noticing my words are saying one thing but my hand is shaking, saying another.

" Calm down, we'll be fine. We will be fine." I say, dragging out the words to reassure him more. More for myself though.

" We better be, I think the cops have been watching the house." He says

" Yeah Silas thinks so too." I say " I am starting to really question that too."

" What do I think?" I hear Silas say from the door. Listen in on us like a creep. I didn't even know he was home. How long has he been home? He doesn't look mad or anything just looks like Silas.

" I am getting a shower." I said to them, walking away avoiding his gaze. Just him looking at me makes my body break out in a heat rash. " You two go get a beer and calm down."

I get into the bathroom and close the door, I start washing my hair first. Then I go over the plan of who we will switch so I am the last driver. It all makes sense by the end of my shower I have it down.

I wrap the towel around me and wipe the condensation from the mirror. Could I really be a rat? Am I the issue here? Will I even make it out of this alive? Coach is not known for being understanding. I got lucky last time. I just wasted too much time getting information. I never stick around. I broke rule number one. No talking to the victims. I see the stress taking up residence in my face. My eyes are looking a bit darker, my face looks thinner. The last year has taken its toll on me. Not in a good way.

The door opens and I see Silas close the door behind him. He stares at me in the mirror. " What did you do?" He whispers. I just drop my head trying to not look at him. Trying to not want to escape again.

" I am not in the mood." I say brushing him off. He walks up behind me and runs his fingers from my neck down my shoulder to my arm. " Stop." I try to brush him off physically this time, yet he is like a charging station full of energy. I feel it take over my skin and muscles. His touch is addicting.

" What did you do?" He says again, lower, calmer.

I stare at him in the mirror. He doesn't look mad. He looks like he understands I had to do something. His eyes make me feel like I'm on fire again. I rest my hands on the porcelain sink to stuff my stress down, like I always do. When I look back at him I don't know what to say. I lose all my words. All my thoughts.

"I didn't do anything. I was at the gym, when I got home Thatch said the twins are being picked up for something. So now I have to figure out a new plan for the next run." I huffed out like it took everything I had to say. " Now just let me find some peace."