CHAPTER TWO (JOHNNY)

16 2 0
                                    


"Jonathan Walgier."

He turned to face his caller; one Katherine O'Neil. It was a school day, a few days after the attack Jace witnessed. He had just come out of a Geography class when Kate called him. "Katherine," he acknowledged her. She made a face at him, "That's super uncomfortable. Yet undeniably sexy."

"Ha-ha. You're a big ass flirt, you know that Katey?"

"Well thank you for the compliment. What you doing this Friday night?"

"Game night with Jace and Moira."

"How 'bout Friday afternoon?"

"The game against Keenstone's that afternoon."

"How 'bout Saturday?"

"I think Jace wanted us to go see this movie–"

"Oh come on Johnny. My parents will be gone for more than a week starting Friday. I'll be all alone." She said those last words suggestively. Tempting, so damn tempting. "Why not throw a party then?" he was trying his best to avoid the conversation, unsuccessfully. "Jonathan, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you don't wanna hang out with me," she folded her hands and feigned a childish frown. "Katey, you're a sexy demon in jeans and a crop top. Of course I'm avoiding you." He walked off with her prancing with her books to her chest right next to him. "You're a dick Walgier, and that's okay. You're a good dick. And if you haven't noticed we're kinda running short on those so I ain't letting you go so easily."

"You flatter me too much O'Neil. Let's say, I'll consider it then give you the feedback later," he was at his locker now, getting ready to go for his next class. Kate scoffed and started walking off, "You or Jace, Walgier. I hear, he's gentle when he wants to be, but is a beast otherwise." She purred and skipped off. Typical, using Jace as leverage against him. It low-key worked . Jace wasn't exactly the man-whore of the school, but the few he had been with gave him a reputation that preceded him; one he liked to exploit given the opportunity. Yet, he was still humble in his own right. A little too humble though. Johnny got his things and left.

The day slithered on extremely slowly, but evening came all the same. Jace was waiting outside by his car. "Nope. We're using that," Johnny pointed at the black Ducati parked a few feet away. "WHAT? No. Johnny, you can't make me leave the car!"

"Oh yeah I can! We're not going to leave your sister here, and she can't ride the bike."

Moira walked in on them, smiling at Johnny, "Yeah. There's no way I can ride the bike." Walking up to her elder brother, she extended her hand innocently and blinked at him severally. He gave up the keys grudgingly, " You scratch her, you die."

She chuckled then ran up to Johnny and kissed his cheek, "Keep the bastard safe, will you?" "I'd say the same for you. Stay safe. We'll be back before you know it." There was nothing much they were going to do, but the worry that flashed in her eyes made him hug her tightly. Moira broke away and headed to the car, giving Jace a dirty look. He stuck his tongue out at her and walked away from the car when it came to life. Johnny watched it pull away from the parking and race off into the distance. Jace wasn't the only good driver in the family. The best may be, but not the only one.

"Two things bro. First off, we better hurry and get there then leave before dark. Second, if you're going to hook up with my sister in the near future, I will publicly shame you... then kick you out of the house."

He raised his eyebrow at Jace as the latter put on a helmet. "Jeez..."

They rode off soon, their quest now a reality. That whole week, they had been doing some digging discreetly on the murder. "The victim's name is Heather Banks," Johnny had told Jace when he found the case file on her murder. A copy. He had... connections inside the city's precinct. "Twenty one, and apparently an old soul of this town. There's other records of a Heather Banks in 2003, 1996, 1987, 1984... Then that's it. But they're all in Daytona. That means–" "Means we're onto something. We gotta go tell him that, he's maybe the only guy we can ask. And most likely, he knows about this."

BAD BLOOD: The Murder Of Heather BanksWhere stories live. Discover now