The Case of the Missing Little Sister

Chapter Seven

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"Stop..." I say quietly and roll around in my bed.

"Just get up for a minute, lazy-head," Ethan begs. I open one eye and look around, I think it's around midnight. Then I return to Ethan, "God, if you call me that again, I swear to you I'm not going to talk to you!" I huff and turn around.

"Lazy-head, lazy-head, lazy-head. Get up now will you?" he says. I ignore him.

Then, he sighs and begins, "Some unknown number sent me fourteen texts, saying, 'Tell Emily to stop this! Don't talk to the guy! I'm warning you!' and all of that, can you tell me whose this is? Cause when I texted back, it wouldn't go through saying the number didn't exist."

I look at him, with a dead look, "Dude, it's a burner phone. Whatever Olivia is doing involves... that Mills' girl." I say the last part with much more interest and say it mostly to myself.

"Who is this 'Mills' girl?'" he asks.

I get up and put on a sweater with a big, pink glittery 'E', which Booky gave me.

He pouts, "Why you, no, tell me?" he says in pathetic English.

"Follow me," I say and walk out with my phone in one hand, and my car keys in the other.

I quietly get out of our house and I get into my car, followed by Ethan.

I hit it, and we quickly zip down the road. We see red and blue lights ahead. Cops. I slow down and take a left turn.

I drive into an alley and park in front of a big house.

"Whoa..." Ethan mutters as he stares at the house in wonder. "You guys have magnificent houses here, eh?" he says and gets out of the car and slams the door shut.

"I swear to God, if anything happens to my car, you're gonna end up with an uglier face," I say.

"Oh, dear! Who woke up on the wrong side of the bed?" he laughs and pushes his hair back. I point at him and say, literally like this- "You. Woke. Me. Up. At freaking Midnight! And now, you're asking me, why. I. Am. Angry. And. Cranky!?"

I push him and he stumbles, "Dude, chill..." he mutters.

I sigh and look at the house ahead, I point at the window in the house, one floor higher than ground level. "We have to get there, be quiet." I say.

"Is this like a mission or something? Like 007's missions and all that?" he questions and starts talking about, what happened if we had a rifle or a shotgun or whatever. I groan.

I pull out my phone and dial Booky.

"Captain Booky, Mission." I say.

"Destination?" she asks.

"Mills' girl's house." I say, "Be there in ten, General."

Ten minutes... Ten minutes with this perfectly idiotic idiot, Ethan! God...

I let Ethan talk on and on and on and on, till Booky's SUV pulls over behind my car and she steps out in black leggings and a black shirt. Camouflage. Her dark green eyes fall on Ethan and she stops in her tracks.

"Dude, no, not with this idiot!" she says.

"Okay, fine, Ethan stay here." I say. "NO!" he says and stomps his feet. "I'm coming," he tells us.