𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗗𝗔𝗬, 𝟮𝟰/𝟳

Chapter 11

 We immediately made a plan to clear John B's name. He was alive (and Sarah), afterall, and we'd need to have him as a free man. We contacted Gavin, the man who had flown the plane off the tarmac with the gold, to blackmail him into confession. In the end, Gavin called Ward, scared, and planned to meet with him to get more money. During the night, we followed as Gavin met up with Ward, and instead, Ward shot Gavin with the same gun that Rafe had shot me and Peterkin. But before Ward could leave with the evidence (the gun that Rafe used on the tarmac), the gun slipped down the sewage drain, lost forever. We were forced to run off before Ward saw us, but Pope broke the camera that had the whole thing filmed on it!

That was when Kiara had the genius idea to call the cops.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?!" I grabbed her phone out of her hand violently.

"The cops need to know that someone's been murdered!" Kiara said, snatching it back.

"They're not going to believe you—any of us!" I shouted back, but it was too late. She'd already called them, and I could see a police cab pulling up. "Kiara! Stop being so fucking stupid."

"Don't call me stupid!" She shoved me back.

"Whoa—" Pope and JJ looked between us.

"I told you not to call them! I don't want to see my father, and how stupid are you?! They won't help us, they're not on our side!" I shouted back at her.

"Yes they will. Just because you're so self-centered and hate your dad, doesn't mean they're all assholes," she spat back.

Great. Just great. Just when I thought we were getting along, we were back at square one. At first, Kiara was pretty cold to me. She didn't like that a Kook was entering her little posse, which was a little ironic since she'd been a Kook, but I understood why. She didn't trust me, she thought I was a stuck-up-bitch, which to be honest, I sort of got that.

But then after a while, we'd actually been getting along pretty well. Sarah helped that, she was the sort of mutual friend between us and helped calm things down.

(Then we thought she died, but turns out she's still alive so...)

And now, Kiara's off thinking that the fucking Sheriff's are saints! "Are you even listening to me?!" I yelled at her, "They won't help us—"

"Shut up!" JJ and Pope hissed at us, as a Deputy stepped out of the police cab.

It was my father.

"Guys, we shouldn't have done this—" I said.

"Shut up!" This time, Pope was right. My father could hear everything we were saying, and he could use it against us. I was scared, damn right, but I had to suck it up and deal with what was going on right then.

After Kiara feverishly explained that Gavin had been shot and killed by Ward, and that (hesitantly) we had no real proof, my father just looked us up and down. "Go home," was all he said.

"You—you're not even going to check the crime scene out?!" I burst out. I'd been planning on staying out of it, letting Kiara do it, but I couldn't believe it. It was protocol to check out the scene of a suspect when it was called in, everyone knew that! That was basic training we'd learned on day one.

"Go home," was all my father said, before he got into the car and left.

"See Kiara?!" I rounded on her, letting all my pent up anger out on her. "I fucking told you!"

"We had to try," she said stubbornly. "And besides, you're just mad because your dad just rejected you!"

"Shut up!" I shouted.