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He shakes his head like none of this makes any sense. Which it doesn’t.
“They were drinking,” I say, quietly. “They were drinking a lot and they were already pretty well oiled before they came in here.”
The sound of sirens fills the air and I’m pulled back to the night that my home burned to the ground and all help arrived too late. I’m vaguely aware of Jake gently shaking my arm.
“Aimee, Aimee,” he repeats, until he’s satisfied that I’m back in the here and now. “We need to get out of here.” He holds my face between his hands so that our eyes lock.
“Whatever just happened, you can bet that this wasn’t how shit was supposed to go down,” George notes, shaking his head. “You two.” He turns to face us. “Go straight home, don’t talk to anyone, don’t do anything, just get off the street.” The concern in his face makes me even more nervous.
“George, what do you know that we don’t?” I ask him, searching his face for an answer.
“Nothing.” He shakes his head. “I just know that someone made a mistake tonight and there’s going to be hell to pay. Now get out of here and remember what I said,” he tells us as he locks the door behind us, motioning for us to hurry down the street.
Despite the late hour, the streets are busy. People have come out of their house, awakened by the huge bang that went off less than a mile away from the town center. The sounds of fire engines and police sirens merge together and, with all the activity buzzing around, no one takes much notice of Jake and I walking fast in the opposite direction, heading to the body shop.
We don’t speak until we get inside. I sit down heavily on the sofa and, absently, I hear Jake pouring water and then placing a glass in front of me. He sits on the coffee table opposite of me, holding my legs between his, and looks into my face. I’m struck yet again by how it had taken me so long to realize everything that Jake means to me.
“This is bad, isn’t it?” I ask, although it’s not really a question.
“Well, it’s not great.” Jake nods, confirming my suspicions.
Jake’s phone chimes, signaling an incoming message. He looks at the display and grabs it off the table in one easy move, tapping a reply in faster than I thought he was capable of.
“My dad,” he explains, looking at me. “He’s just checking that we’re both alright.” As soon as he puts the phone down, it chimes again and he breathes out in frustration.
“He’s just worried about you,” I tell Jake gently. But my radar for trouble starts beeping when I see the expression on his face change. “What? What is it?” I ask insistently.
“It’s Dad again,” he replies slowly. “He still knows a few people on the force.” I wave him on—this is something I already know. Bill and my dad were friends from way back and Bill used to spend a lot of time hanging around with the other cops in my dad’s unit. Although now he probably couldn’t count on any one of them in a pinch, they weren’t too concerned about sharing information with him. “Anyway, he says they think it was an army truck,” he finishes, catching my eye, and I’m surprised to see a ghost of a smile starting to appear on his lips.
“And that’s funny because...?” I ask, completely confused.
“No, not funny,” Jake says, raking his fingers through his dark hair. “It means they screwed up,” he confirms. When he sees that I’m just as confused as I had been before, he carries on. “Hitting an army truck is a big friggin’ deal, Aimee. It’s not like one of their other corporate targets. They get some crappy electronics to sell. This is government-owned property.” The significance of what he’s saying quickly dawns on me.
“They can’t cover this up!” I exclaim, feeling something close to excitement start to pulse through my
“They were drinking,” I say, quietly. “They were drinking a lot and they were already pretty well oiled before they came in here.”
The sound of sirens fills the air and I’m pulled back to the night that my home burned to the ground and all help arrived too late. I’m vaguely aware of Jake gently shaking my arm.
“Aimee, Aimee,” he repeats, until he’s satisfied that I’m back in the here and now. “We need to get out of here.” He holds my face between his hands so that our eyes lock.
“Whatever just happened, you can bet that this wasn’t how shit was supposed to go down,” George notes, shaking his head. “You two.” He turns to face us. “Go straight home, don’t talk to anyone, don’t do anything, just get off the street.” The concern in his face makes me even more nervous.
“George, what do you know that we don’t?” I ask him, searching his face for an answer.
“Nothing.” He shakes his head. “I just know that someone made a mistake tonight and there’s going to be hell to pay. Now get out of here and remember what I said,” he tells us as he locks the door behind us, motioning for us to hurry down the street.
Despite the late hour, the streets are busy. People have come out of their house, awakened by the huge bang that went off less than a mile away from the town center. The sounds of fire engines and police sirens merge together and, with all the activity buzzing around, no one takes much notice of Jake and I walking fast in the opposite direction, heading to the body shop.
We don’t speak until we get inside. I sit down heavily on the sofa and, absently, I hear Jake pouring water and then placing a glass in front of me. He sits on the coffee table opposite of me, holding my legs between his, and looks into my face. I’m struck yet again by how it had taken me so long to realize everything that Jake means to me.
“This is bad, isn’t it?” I ask, although it’s not really a question.
“Well, it’s not great.” Jake nods, confirming my suspicions.
Jake’s phone chimes, signaling an incoming message. He looks at the display and grabs it off the table in one easy move, tapping a reply in faster than I thought he was capable of.
“My dad,” he explains, looking at me. “He’s just checking that we’re both alright.” As soon as he puts the phone down, it chimes again and he breathes out in frustration.
“He’s just worried about you,” I tell Jake gently. But my radar for trouble starts beeping when I see the expression on his face change. “What? What is it?” I ask insistently.
“It’s Dad again,” he replies slowly. “He still knows a few people on the force.” I wave him on—this is something I already know. Bill and my dad were friends from way back and Bill used to spend a lot of time hanging around with the other cops in my dad’s unit. Although now he probably couldn’t count on any one of them in a pinch, they weren’t too concerned about sharing information with him. “Anyway, he says they think it was an army truck,” he finishes, catching my eye, and I’m surprised to see a ghost of a smile starting to appear on his lips.
“And that’s funny because...?” I ask, completely confused.
“No, not funny,” Jake says, raking his fingers through his dark hair. “It means they screwed up,” he confirms. When he sees that I’m just as confused as I had been before, he carries on. “Hitting an army truck is a big friggin’ deal, Aimee. It’s not like one of their other corporate targets. They get some crappy electronics to sell. This is government-owned property.” The significance of what he’s saying quickly dawns on me.
“They can’t cover this up!” I exclaim, feeling something close to excitement start to pulse through my
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