𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, original story

fifteen, the drugs thing

"What?" I asked Raf, whom of which was butting his head into my hand, trying to get coaches from me as Harry was busy compiling evidence.

"He does that, if you coach him he will just roll over and demand belly rubs," Harry said mindlessly, to which I chuckled and continued to scratch behind the dove ear.

"He's adorable," i said as he rolled over, causing both of us to laugh.

"Your adorable," Harry muttered, to which my gaze flicked up.

"Did... did you mean that?" I was sure my cheeks were a shade somewhere between crimson and scarlet.

"Maybe," Harry seemed to shy away, burying his head into the laptop and papers we had surrounding us.

I noticed the awkwardness and decided to change the subject, "So, did you get anything on the drugs stuff?"

Harry nodded, and turned his laptop to face me. It was a blurry picture, but from what i could make out it was Will selling drugs.

"Is that..."

"...Will?" Harry finished for me, and i nodded confirming he was right. He pursed his lips together, in the way people always do when they have bad news to deliver, "Yeah,"

"So, is he selling drugs?" I didn't want to believe it, but it also made logical sense.

He always hung around school later than he needed to, was always there extra early. Would always get pissed off about people going near his things, seemed more alert and ready for action.

The day the police came in and declared Callum dead his face went pale, I knew why they were there but he didn't. He must've thought they were there to take down whatever operation he was involved in. And that explained his nerves.

"He's been selling for a while, my Dad said the detective on the case got a date for the deal. It's today, at the school," I turned towards Harry, my eyes must've been glinting with mischief as he said, "We can't, that's tampering with an ongoing police investi—"

"—Oh who gives a flying fuck about the ongoing investigation," I interrupted, before clearing my throat and saying, "I mean... we could just go and have a peek. It wouldn't kill us and we'd get some more evidence..."

"It's at one today," Harry informed me, "I'm not going, the detective knows me well. If she asks why you are there, tell her your looking out for Will,"

"What next, detective?" I asked mockingly, liking the way that suited on my tongue.

Harry was good at this stuff, if he didn't want to pursue a career in it that made no sense. He seemed to enjoy that investigating, trying to suss out who were the bad apples. Which, admittedly, he wasn't very good at as he had the killer sat at his kitchen table, playing with his dog whilst he attempted solving the case.

At least he won't suspect me...

"The letter, if Poppy was going to tell you then surely she would've? Did you two talk that Monday at all?"

I remembered that day, especially the evening. I walked to school with Hope, she had to get in early to netball practice and so I went to go and see my Spanish teacher as my grades were mysteriously up. Will had been teaching me Spanish, since he understood the language I was beginning to get the hang of it and wasn't cheating on the tests.

After that I saw Callum, he appeared angry and violent. We were alone and he punched a hole in the wall when I asked him what was wrong. That scared the crap out of me, so I found Lily and avoided Callum until lunch when we ran into each other and he apologised.

At that point, I knew he was bullshitting but pretended to believe it. I saw him talking to Poppy Fritter when I was in the library, but he had said something about a history project so I figured it was about that, even though they were in the murder mystery section.

Maybe they wanted privacy? Now I knew exactly what for.

After lunch I went to maths, but Poppy and I didn't say a word. She wanted too. She kept trying to say something but it didn't come out. She had wrote me a note but I'd left class too soon. Maybe if I had saw that note, things would've gone differently.

Or, I would've had a partner in crime. Literally.

Then I missed last period because Callum dragged me off into the playground... I didn't want to relive that so I skipped forward to killing him and the sense of relief I felt.

And that was Monday, the seventh of March.

"She wanted to talk to me in maths, but couldn't get the words out. Tried to give me a note at the end, but I was busy trying to get to chemistry so I missed the note completely," I explained, to which Harry shook his head, "What?"

"Do you know if there's a way we can get that note to see what she wrote?"

"We know what she wrote," I reminded him, "She was going to tell me my boyfriend was a cheating, lying bastard,"

I should've relaxed on the insults a little.

"Not necessarily, she told Will to watch his back. Is it possible she would've said something about that?"

"Don't know the girl," I said, and it was true. We barely talked in our lives. "We just sit together in maths as per the seating plan,"

"It just doesn't make any sense. Why would Callum care about Will selling drugs?"

"They were mates, I guess," I let out a sigh, "Though he knew I wouldn't tell,"

I meant he would've manipulated me into keeping my mouth shut or he'd do something he knew I wouldn't enjoy to force me to shut up.

"Unless there was more to the story," Harry was tapping his chin in thought, and I could help but gush over how handsome he looked, "Callum rode his bike a lot, right?"

"Everyday. To school, from school. On the common," I replied, "But what does that have to do with anything?"

"The drugs started in the bike sheds, so surely if he goes there a lot he'd have some interaction with the people running the operation," Harry explained as I reached down to give Raf belly rubs.

"You think he was involved in the operation?"

That brief nod, a small move of his head, told me that I was right.

And here I thought I knew all there was to know about the scum bag that was Callum Makins.