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Darren Kelly?” Charlie pauses, then he begins to snicker. “Danny is going to positively shit kittens when he find out about this!”
     
    “Don’t you dare tell him!”
     
    “Aubrey, he’s your brother. He’s going to find out sooner or later,” Charlie chortles, spinning around once his chair. “Oh God, I want to be there when he does!”
     
    “Charlie! You can’t tell him!” I beg. I knew this was a bad idea.
     
    “I won’t tell him,” Charlie says grinning like an idiot.  “So why are you here? Are you going to have an affair with me now? Just in case you fucking Darren Kelly isn’t enough to give Danny an aneurism?!”
     
    I jump to my feet, thoroughly pissed off. “Fuck you, Charlie!” I snarl. “I thought you were the one guy I could trust to help me! You’re as bad as all the other assholes in the DRs!”
     
    “Aubrey, wait! Just wait a minute!” Charlie says, still grinning. “I’m sorry. It’s just, Jesus. Aubrey, what were you thinking? You’re Danny Carmichael’s little sister. Vice President Danny Carmichael,” Charlie says, making little tick marks when he says vice president.
     
    I storm to the door, but Charlie is quicker. He puts his hand against it to hold it shut. “Let go of the door, Charles,” I say, my voice dripping with contempt on his name.
     
    I see Charlie’s face harden. He hates being called Charles and I know it. He jerks his hand away, as if the door is hot. Then, he holds it up to show his compliance. “Fine,” he says taking a step back. “Guess you didn’t need my help after all.”
     
    I don’t open the door because I really do need help. I don’t know who else to turn to. “You can be such a jerkwad,” I say releasing the door handle.
     
    “You’re not exactly little miss sunshine sometimes either, you know,” Charlie says. Then, he smiles slightly. “I’m sorry, Aubrey. Come sit down. Can I get you something? I have Mountain Dews in the ‘fridge.”
     
    “How about a beer?”
     
    Charlie smiles. “No beer. Sorry. To me that shit tastes just like what it looks like.”
     
    “Fine. Give me a Dew.”
     
    Charlie walks to the refrigerator and pulls out two Dews. “Here you go,” he says, before tossing it underhand to me.
     
    “This is going to spray everywhere!”
     
    “Dews don’t spew,” Charlie says giving his bottle a good shake, then opening it slowly.
     
    I give the top a slow twist and though the bottle gasses off like grandpa after eating a bean burrito, it doesn’t bubble over. “Thanks,” I say before taking a swig. Yuck! How does he drink these things?
     
    “Aubrey, I’m sorry I laughed. I’m just shocked, I guess, that you would do something like that. Why did you do it, anyway?” Charlie asks, then grins again. “Not that I mind watching your brother squirm a little. How did you get mixed up with Darren and what can I do to help?”
     
    I pause, not knowing where to start, and then I give Charlie the whole story. If he’s going to help me, he needs to know what he is getting into.
     

 
    CHAPTER THREE
     
    “So what do you want me to do about it?” Charlie asks.
     
    “I don’t know. I didn’t know who else to ask.”
     
    Charlie smiles. “Thank you, Aubrey. That’s nice of you to say.” Charlie stands up and looks out the window of his apartment. “You’re the white Altima, right?”
     
    “Yes, why?” I ask rising to look out the window with him.
     
    “Just checking. I don’t see anyone.”
     
    “Me either. Maybe he’s given up.”
     
    Charlie looks at me dubiously. “Darren? Not likely. I always thought he was as crazy as a shit-house rat. I’ll tell you what. Stay here for a while, then I’ll follow you home. I’ll swing by and pick you up before the meeting tomorrow and you can ride in with me. How’s that sound?”
     
    I smile at Charlie. “Thanks, Charlie. I knew I could count on you.”
     
    “Well, that’s one,” Charlie says turning away from the