Page 12 of All Yours

“I saw this on the news today,” I said, holding up my phone.

She hesitated, then crossed the room and sat beside me and took the phone. “What’s this?”

“Press play.”

She did and her eyes grew wide as she watched several seconds of the clip.

“That’s weird,” she said after the video finished.

“Weird?” I asked. “That’s it. That’s all you have to say about it.”

“I don’t know what else I could say.”

“Why didn’t you tell me something happened on the trip?”

“Nothing happened,” she said.

“This doesn’t look like nothing.”

“That’s not us,” she cried, standing, and handing me the phone.

“It looks just like Eden running across the parking lot.”

Sloane shook her head and paced across the living room. “Eden’s not the only woman with red hair around.”

“No, and yours isn’t the only Nissan around, but the combo together on the day you guys were traveling and in the same area.” I gathered the old takeout containers off her coffee table and carried them to the kitchen.

“What are you doing?”

“You have me all outta sorts here. I have to pick stuff up.” I dropped the empty cartons into the garbage.

“You don’t have to pick up after me.” Sloane huffed.

“Yeah, well, you may not need me to, but I need to,” I said, pulling the garbage bag out of the can and tying up the top.

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Neither does the bullshit you’re trying to sell me.”

“Why are you so certain it’s us?”

“I know what I see. What I don’t get is why you’re insisting on lying to me about it.”

“Because I don’t have any answers, okay?” Sloane paced around. “Eden doesn’t know why the man started chasing her.”

“He’s an undercover detective,” I said.

“What?” Sloane went wide-eyed and sunk into a kitchen chair. “Are you sure?”

“The news said the detective was attempting to question the woman on some matter.”

“We just thought he was some weirdo.” Sloane rubbed her forehead. “I don’t want to get involved with any of this.”

“I think you already are,” I said, pulling out the second chair at the tiny round bistro table.

“No. I’m not. I didn’t see the news or hear about any of it.”

“Sloane…”

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