This should be fun

Chapter 17

It was me, Cole and Sanders all in his office. Cole looked like he just rolled out of bed, his hair was all tousled everywhere. Sanders had the note from last night on his desk. So Cole must've got up and went straight to him.

"Does this mean anything to the two of you," Sanders asked. We both nodded. He sighed rubbing at his eyes. "Any idea who this guy is?"

"Sebastian," Cole said keeping his gaze on Sanders.

I liked Sebastian, he always seemed nice to me. When Cole told me what he'd done I could, but couldn't believe it. It was always a matter of when and where things would've gotten out of hand with his brothers.

Sebastian was Cole twin. Even though they were the same age, he treated Cole like he was his little brother. He always took care of him. So what's with him messing with us, me in particular? I never done anything to him, so why are we playing this game?

"And do you know, where your brother is at," Sanders asked.

"Probably heading home," I mumbled.

Sanders turned his gaze to me. "And why is he obsessed with your family?"

I shrugged, wondering the same thing. "Maybe because we're so loving and the ideal family image for America."

He shook his head looking at me, then the note. Whatever he was about to say was cut off when Efa came running in.

We all turned to look at her and she shrunk back. We really needed to get her some new clothes.

She looked over to me and smiled. "Zeus is so cool," she said excitedly. "I think he actually likes me. Can I stay here? I don't wanna leave. Please, I don't wanna go back," she said it so fast I barely caught all of it.

Note to self never give a kid a dozen donuts.

"Umm... How about you go wait on the couch," I told her before she ran off.

I turned back to look at Sanders, he was staring at the door. Did Cole not mention we found her? Guess not. Well this is awkward.

"Where did you find her," he asked.

I looked over to Cole for help, but he was just as confused. "She was running down the street last night and we brought her here. Why?"

He searched for something in his drawers, pulling out a notebook. He took his phone out and left to take a call. I tried to listen in, but he was real quiet about it. I'm surprised he didn't even ask who she was or why she's here. It was only, where did I find her.

He came back in, shaking his head. He sat down heavily on his desk, looking through a file.

"Efa, has been missing for awhile. Her and her mother. I didn't realize her mother was one of the victims," he said not looking up at us.

"That's awful," I said glancing at the file.

"Well she wasn't really her daughter. It's still awful, but she was only in foster care. This is where it gets interesting. She just turned seven years old and she's your sister," he said getting up. "We can finish this discussion later, but for right get ready to start your day. We'll keep our eyes on the streets and anywhere that could be considered a hiding place."

My sister? That can't be right. If she's seven she would have born in '08 and I don't remember my mother ever being pregnant. I never realized how much I tried to blot out from my childhood.

Efa was sitting on the couch talking to Iris and Cat. I kept my distance for awhile trying to find the resemblance. She had my mothers eyes, hair color, and mouth. She had dads nose and smile. In a way she looked like a younger me.