Page 25 of Harmony

Katie has been a godsend. I still miss Willow, but Katie has been nice to have around. She’s sweet. Kind. Not like most of the girls on the team. It makes me wonder how she survives. The innocence that wafts off of her is something I never thought I’d see in this school.

Once in the locker room, she lets me go.

This has been our routine every morning since I started. We shower, dress, then walk to class together.

“Shit,” I say as we walk out of the locker room.

“What?” Katie asks.

“I left my phone. I’ll run back and get it. You go on without me.”

“Okay.” She kisses my cheek before heading off.

That’s another new thing. All of the girls kiss each other’s cheeks, which I find extremely odd, but I partake anyway.

Play the part, Hailee.

I turn, heading back into the locker room. I grab my phone from the locker, but a pair of voices stop me before I can leave.

“We need better results.”

The male voice is one I recognize, but I can’t place.

“I’m trying. With everything that happened with Shannon, we need to be careful.”

I jump when I hear a slam against metal.

“Patience is not a virtue in this instance. We need to take them down. Get me results.”

I hear footsteps heading in this direction, so I head down to the end of the lockers, pressing my back against them as the footsteps leave. I wait a few minutes before I turn around the corner, gasping when I see Tiffany standing there.

“How long were you standing there?”

“Not long.”

“What did you hear?”

“Nothing.”

She considers my words. “Good. Make sure you continue to hear nothing.”

She turns, grabbing her bag to leave. I consider what I had listened to.

I really didn’t hear anything. Whoever she was talking to obviously wants something. I need to find out what it is. It’s obviously shady, but is it related to the drugs?

I think back to when Shannon’s body was found. Tiffany legitimately looked upset. She could have been acting, but my gut tells me she wasn’t. My gut is rarely wrong.

So how did she get mixed up with whoever that was?

I wish I could text Willow, but I can’t. We knew what this meant when we took this on. I’m the mole. Their inside woman.

Let’s hope I can figure out what’s going on without losing myself.

I head off to class still lost in my thoughts. I feel like I have a bunch of pieces of the puzzle, but they aren’t fitting together. Maybe I need to start from the border working my way in. I need to change up my strategy.

Before I know it, lunch has rolled around and I honestly can’t remember anything from my classes today. To say my mind has been somewhere else would be an understatement.

After grabbing my lunch, I sit down with the team.

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