The Secret Heels

Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

"Sasha...I need to talk to you about something," Dina said sitting down.

Sasha put her book down. "What's up Didi?" Dina sighed but didn't say anything. A few tears spilled onto her face and soon she was bawling. Sasha wrapped her arms around Dina, "Hun, what's wrong?" she asked.

Dina looked up at her, "There's something you guys need to know...and it's about Luke." Sasha nodded and went to go get the other girls.

*

"You don't get it!" she hissed. Her brother sighed and grabbed the paper from the table.

He sighed, "So, because your boyfriend that was about to die sent you this text, you are on the hunt?" he asked. His sister nodded.

"Luke wouldn't have lied. He didn't have a reason to. I have to find them. I have to find Lisa first though. Luke said she knew some of the story, I need to tell her the rest," the girl told her brother.

Her brother looked back and forth from the paper to his sister, "Fine! I'm not helping you though."

*

There was a knock on the door. John, Mamoru's uncle, was snoring on his couch. The pounding and sunlight was intensified by his hangover. "Go away!" he groaned taking another swig of whiskey. His hangovers didn't last long before he was drunk again.

It had been more than a week since Mamoru went missing. Still no news. The knock returned more emphatic than the last time. "GOD DAMMIT GO THE HELL AWAY!" John shouted hoping whoever it was would get the message.

They didn't. Another pounding knock, "John! Open the damn door!" It was Hank, one of the officer's working on Mamoru's disappearance. The two had been friends for years and went all the way back to high school.

John rolled off the couch and stood up. He stumbled over to the door and unlocked it throwing it open. "What the hell do you want, Hank?" he slurred out.

Hank welcomed himself inside, "This place is a goddamn mess, John." John cleared off a spot on a chair for Hank to sit. He himself plopped onto the couch and drank some more whiskey.

"So what are you doing here?" John asked Hank. He pulled out a file from his briefcase and handed it to John.

"We found Mamoru...I'm so sorry, John," Hank sympathized. John opened the file and the rage in his face grew. His eyes darkened and his knuckles became red from squeezing the glass in his hand too hard.

"It was those damn heels," John sneered throwing the glass across the room. Hank moved the bottle of whiskey away from his friend.

"We don't know that...the investigation-" John cut him off.

"You might not know it was them, but I know it was them," he said standing up and grabbing his coat.

Hank tried to stop him, but John was already out the door. He muttered a curse and ran after John. This wasn't going to be good, those girls better stay in hiding.

*

"Hannah...I'm a bit concerned about you. You've been hanging out with Victoria lately," the warden said.

Hannah looked at her like she was dumb, "She's in my cell...am I not supposed to talk to anyone? It makes it kind of lonely?" she said it like a question, but the warden didn't answer it.

"Why Victoria?" She asked, "There are three other woman in your particular cell, why not them?"

Hannah raised her eyebrows, "Clearly you don't spend enough time spying on me. I hang out with them too," she defended.