Figuring Out Foster

Chapter 5

I shoved my car door open and glanced at Jess's expectant face. Obviously, she wanted me to spill any and all details on what she just witnessed between me and Foster.

"What?" I questioned her softly as I tossed my bag over my shoulder and got out of the car.

"I can't believe you survived!" She squealed as I shut my door behind me.

"What is Foster's problem...?" I mumbled mostly to myself, "I ask him for one simple question and a get a clenched fist and an open door." I walked around the front of my car, Jess following me closely.

"Maybe you aren't asking the right question?" She told me pondering, "What did you ask him?"

"Basically why he was so mad just now and..." I almost tell her about what happened with Vincent but decided not to, incase anything serious came of the incident. Instead I shut the passenger and glanced up at Foster's house. No cars were in the driveway, not even Michael's.

Staring at the vacant house, my idea hit.

I mean if he wasn't going to tell me. I was going to find out for myself. Just as Jess said, the key to finding out gossip is you need to find the right questions to ask or look for the right things to say.

Before Jess could interrogate me further about Foster, I started striding through the lawn, and step over the small shrubbery separating our properties. Jess followed closely behind me and almost slammed into my back when I finally stopped on the porch, "What? You're just going to walk in?" Jess sarcastically comments when I made a move to open front door.

I considered that for a moment, "Your right, let's go find an open window" I step off of the porch and jog around to the side of the house.

"That's not what I meant!" Jess squealed quietly, looking as if she is going to protest my sudden interest to commit a 'B and E'. Granted, she followed diligently and pressed up on windows as we both tried to find an open one, too.

After we tried all the windows on the side of the house, I walked around to the back and tried the first window I saw.

Bingo. I thought to myself and lifted the small window easily but only to be met with a screen that wouldn't seem to pry off. Just as I decided to find another window, Jess pulled a credit card from her purse and told me to step aside.

To which I did and watched in amazement as she shoved the card behind the screen, it lifted out its socket. She turned to me smiling, "This trick has yet to let me down."

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked her, getting ready to pull myself through the window.

"You can learn a lot from the murder mystery channel." She states matter-of-factly.

"You watch how people murder other people?"

"Totally, it's interesting." She told me excitedly, and put her card away.

"I suppose," Is all I left it as, then I heaved myself through the window only to get my upper body in as the rest still hung out the window. Just as I was about to ask for a shove, Jess grabbed my leg, and pushed me up. I went through the window quickly and groaned as I landed hard on kitchen tile.

Standing, I looked at the simple décor and family pictures on the refrigerator. There were many pictures of Michael when he was younger, and then a picture of Michael and Foster; who both looked to be around the age eleven. Michael was smiling happy while Foster, not as happy as Michael, was still smiling.

He hadn't perfected his signature smirk yet.

"A little help." I hear Jess squeak and immediately reached my hand through the window to pull her through. She planted her hands on the tile and I helped her legs get pass the windowsill. Jess threw her feet under her and stood gracefully, a way better entrance than mine.