Framed [COMPLETED]

Chapter 16

I wave Chief Gordon goodbye around 6:50 and clear the table as Jake goes to his room.
I realized he never keeps leftovers, weirdest thing ever. Why wouldn't you? I finish wrapping some plastic wrap over a bowl and place it in the fridge.

"Hey, I just got a text from an officer saying they need someone to cover the front desk. I'll be back by one am." He looks at the clock, worried. "Uh, just stay inside."

"Okay. See ya!" He nods and puts his gun, tazer, handcuffs, and baton in his duty belt then waves bye.

I look outside and look at my surroundings. Jake said we're an hour away! What a liar! We're only five minutes away from town, probably ten from Judas. I slip my tennis shoes on after shaking a piece of glass out. Unlocking the door, I zip up my jacket and relock the door.

I wonder what dad is doing right now. Mom's probably sipping a cup of coffee while watching the news. Dad's finishing some reports, talking to mom or Casey, working late, or maybe telling a story about a funny DUI to his coworkers.

I cross the street that Judas is on, five more minutes. Luckily, the sun is still out but only a half hour until the creepers are out buying drugs, drinking, or doing illegal stuff. Judas Cafe is kind of on the bad side of town, the side some small gangs rule. I pick up my pace as I pass some boys a little older than me smoking pot.

"Hey! Aren't you forgetting something lady!" A boy calls.

"No I didn't." Why didn't I keep walking?

"Yes, you did. You forgot me." Oh gosh. The stupid pick lines the guys at school say. I roll my eyes and continue walking faster.

"Could I at least help a beautiful lady?" He calls. I hit the cross walk button, impatiently waiting for the traffic to stop. A hand lands on my shoulder. I lift my foot up and kick the person in the groin. The boy cries in pain. The other boys laugh at him and I cross the street.

Judas Cafe. Jake's white police car sits in the alley. I slowly approach the car, careful not to disturb the silence. The car is still warm, but nobody is inside. I open the buildings door and step inside the break room.

Voices talk about something and I look for an object to defend myself with. Some idiotic gang member left his knife on the counter! I slide it in my back of my shorts and lean against the wall.

"The plan is working. She thinks we're an hour away, Gordon is oblivious, and Newman is working late tonight." Jake says.

"Perfect. Newman will get a call about a young girl with a bullet in her head floating in the river. We need to tattoo the Dead Mercy tattoo to make it look like Jackson killed her." SM's voice floats with ease. They're talking about me! My heart rate speeds up.

"Good.  Sounds like a plan. Both of them have earned my trust, I can easily cover our tracks as her lawyer."

"Newman will pay for what he did to Salvation years ago, killing my father during the ambush."

"Yes, terribly sorry about Seth."

"Thank you. But I have followed my fathers dreams and have rose to the top."
That's why I couldn't find anything on Sebastian.

"Can I help you?" Someone says behind me, making me jump.

Caleb!

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"SM! Jake!" Caleb yells. They run in here and look at me. "Maybe killing her will be a little easier."