“I wouldn’t have to borrow it if I could drive to an ATM. Having money is useless if you don’t have access to it.”
“Then let’s go.” He walks down the hall toward the garage.
“Go where?”
“To get money. I’ll take you to the ATM. Or the bank. Whatever you want.”
“Now? Don’t you want to wait for your dad to get back?”
“Why? They don’t care if we go somewhere.”
I don’t want to go out right now. That man might call again, and if he does, I can’t answer his call with Trystan there. But I can’t tell Trystan that, and coming up with another excuse will just make him more suspicious.
“Okay, let’s go,” I tell him.
“You need to go find your card.”
“Oh, yeah.” I half smile. “I’m not really awake yet.”
All these lies are starting to pile up. I’m losing track of them.
Back in my room, I take my debit card from my drawer and go find Trystan in the kitchen, downing one of his protein shakes.
“Found it,” I say, holding it up. “It was in my laundry. Must’ve fell out of a pocket.”
We go out to his car, and as he’s pulling out of the driveway, I look down the street. There’s nobody at Jackson’s house. I thought an investigator would be there by now, but maybe they’ll question Braden first.
“Why didn’t you go with them?” I ask Trystan. “To the lawyer’s office?”
“Because I don’t need to.”
“Aren’t they going to question you? You found the body.”
“Ifoundher. I didn’tdoanything to her.”
“What if the new evidence makes it look like you did?”
He gives me a confused look. “What kind of evidence would that be?”
“I don’t know. It just seems like on those crime shows they always question anyone who knew the victim or was around the person that night.”
“I found her in the morning, not the night she died.”
“And they’re sure she died during the night, not the morning?”
“She died after the party ended, so whenever that was. Why are you asking this shit? You think I killed her?”
“No, but I think they might question you about it.”
“Yeah? So? I’ve got nothing to hide.”
“If shewaskilled, who do you think did it?”
“Anyone at the party could’ve pushed her over the railing. But the cops don’t consider that because those people don’t have a motive.”
“But Braden did.”
“Dating her isn’t a motive. That’s why it’s bullshit they even considered he might be involved.” Trystan pulls up next to the ATM, rolling his window down. “How much do you want?”
