Page 126 of Help Me Remember
“And they do that.”
Timmy moves in. “Then why did you let Brielle go?”
“I didn’t want to,” I admit.
“Then get her back,” Kendrick offers his advice. “Tell her you’re sorry and get her flowers. My dad is always getting flowers for my mom. He said he messes up a lot, but women are difficult and I should learn this early.”
“Your dad is right about that,” I mutter under my breath before saying, “I’ll fix it. I just need time.”
A whistle sounds, and the boys turn like prairie dogs after just popping their heads up. “We gotta go! That’s coach!”
“Go have fun,” I say, waving as they run off.
I’ll fix it.
I just need to get home and figure out who is on this tape.
* * *
Instead of going straight home, showering, and trying to fix myself, I go to the youth center. Rachelle and Jax tell me that the boy on the tape is Myles Eastwood. His father, Bill Waugh, is a prick. According to his file, he seems a lot like a man my mother would’ve loved. He’s been in and out of jail, can’t hold a job, and likes to intimidate.
I call Emmett, but he doesn’t answer, so I go to the station instead.
“Sheriff Maxwell is busy,” the officer at the front desk explains.
“Tell him Spencer Cross is here to talk to him.”
She rolls her eyes but gets up and goes back to find him. My heart is racing. I know who the killer is. I have evidence and a name. No matter what happens with Brie, we can make this right.
Emmett comes out and waves, letting me know I can come back.
The second the door to his office is closed behind me, he asks, “Where the hell have you been?”
“Following my lead,” I explain.
Then I place the file in front of him. “This is the information I obtained. I have everything you already saw, plus a few new puzzle pieces.”
“I don’t need this.”
“What the hell do you mean, you don’t need this?” I ask.
“Just what I said, but thanks for stopping in. I have to head over to the courthouse.”
“I just handed you the biggest lead in the case.”
He shrugs. “I already have that lead, but thanks.”
“Emmett. I am going to kill you,” I warn.
“Spencer, you can try.”
I swear, I’m back to being sixteen when I punched Emmett in the face because he didn’t listen to me about the girl I liked.
He tries to move, but I stand, blocking his exit. “What is wrong with you? You have spent months working on this. I do your damn job for you, and you’re dismissing me?”
“No, I’m not dismissing you. I have to meet someone in two minutes, and I’m already going to be late.”
“No. You need to look at the information in that folder.” I step closer to him, and he rolls his eyes.
