It has been a year since Annalise Montgomery lost her fifteen year old sister Lilly in the middle of a sunny day when she was waiting in a parking lot.
Annalise takes the case into her control when the police are empty handed. No leads, no traces, n...
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I should've prepared myself a lot more for this. I don't remember the last time I had to use a bandaid. I've always been so careful and never injured myself.
But now, I'm struggling just trying to take off this bandage Scott Walker had put on three days ago. I hadn't bothered to change it. I know it's bad, but I have no clue what I'm doing.
I hiss as I peel the bandage off and reveal the gash on my forehead. It's healed quite a bit, so I think I can get away without covering it now. I hope so anyway.
I'm suppose to go back to work today, but I really don't want to. I've hit the point where I'm tired of feeding the fish and breathing in all those hay-like smells.
Even thought it's only a three hour shift at the end of the day, I'm tempted to call in sick. I know I can't though. I've already had so much time off and I need my money flow to stay steady.
I'm suppose to start work in two hours, so already, I've showered and gotten changed into a pair of my black jeans and baggy white shirt that I've tucked in. I guess it's acceptable for work. It's better than the awful vest I have to wear.
I hear buzzing again in my apartment. It's my phone. I left it on the kitchen island after it rang the first time before I showered. I walk out of my room and to where it's buzzing.
It stops before I reach it, but I see that it's Scott Walker. Again. There's twelve missed calls from him from the past seven minutes.
I glare at the phone. I cannot believe the audacity to him. The dinner was two days ago now, and he didn't contact me at all yesterday. I thought he got the hint, but now he's desperate.
The screen lights up again with his name, yet again he's trying to call. I'm two seconds from blocking his number. "What do you want, Scott?" I answer the call and get straight to the point.
If he says any apologies, or tries anything else, I'm going to end the call and block him for good. There's a brief pause from him. I don't think he expected me to be so grumpy towards him.
"I've been trying to call you." He says it like it isn't completely obvious.
I take a breath and sit down on one of the stools. "I'm aware. I ignored all twelve of them." Sometimes, I can't comprehend how he is twenty two. He acts more like a teenager.
"It's important, Annalise. I-"
"If it was important, you-"
"I found the van, Lis!" Now, he sounds just as grumpy as I did when I answered the phone. It's no mystery to me what van he means. There's only one important one.
That mustard coloured Volkswagen van.
It made me shut up straight away. Suddenly, I wasn't mad at blondie anymore. "Where?" I ask. I have two hours until I have to be at work- I can make this happen.
