"We are as responsible for Rosalind's death. So, don't you dare back out now. We all have our secrets which is making us feel guilty. Own up to it and help me find who killed her."
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Valerie Hudson and Brianna Sawyer left their small town life and...
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Jordan was in prison for something he didn't do.
I felt a pang of anxiety in my gut because my mind told me he was framed. Why wouldn't he be? We were getting so close to catching the killer, they had to retaliate somehow.
But the thought that the killer knew what our plans were made me shudder. I hoped that they didn't bug this place. Because if they did, it would be almost impossible to catch them.
Framed or not, I had to save Jordan. We all did.
Lenny forced me into going to Picasso tomorrow without an important member of our posse. I argued and debated but had to give in.
I had informed Brianna about this turning of events through text. I didn't want her to wake up to such awful news, but somebody had to tell her.
Currently, I was seated in my car, waiting for Kelly and Blake to join. It was already morning and my day wasn't going as I planned it to go.
Breakfast was physically painful to attend. My dad kept on cracking jokes that didn't match the mood, but I was forced to let out a chuckle every time and my mom shared her secret ingredient she used in her apple pie.
Once that was over, I gladly got out of my chair and went to my room to change, but I felt too lazy, so I just decided to go with what I wore after shower. A pink tank top matched with a pair of black leggings.
"Alright, start the ride." Kelly's chripy voice brought my back on earth. I borrowed my dad's car. All the three of us were arriving in our own vehicles.
Today was supposed to be a day of victory and happiness but it felt like it was cursed and doomed.
"What's going on with you?" Kelly signed and gave me a stern look. "And before you say nothing, I saw you during breakfast. You looked like someone else close to you died."
"Jordan is in jail." I spoke.
"What for?" She rose a brow.
"Drugs." I stated.
"But his gang wasn't involved in the drug supplying business." Blake said, entering the back seat. "I had to ask him what kind of business his gang did and that wasn't it."
"I know. I know. That's why it makes it more suspicious and hard to digest." I whined and banged my head on the steering wheel.
Kelly looked at my despair and announced the change of plans.
"Blake you go to the station where they are holding Jordan and get us permission to speak with him. I'll go to Picasso with Valerie."
I gave her a enthusiastic smile and engulfed her in a suffocation embrace.
"Thank you so so much."
The drive to Picasso was much better. I felt the happiness I was supposed to feel today.
