“But Luke looked absolutely plastered in the video from the convenience store, and that was before Greg died. How could he kill a guy in that state?” I already know how, but I ask anyway.

Annalisa rubs her eyes and her black eyeliner smudges. “There was heroin in Greg’s system when he died. They said it wouldn’t have been a hard fight.”

Charlotte chimes in. “How do they know he didn’t overdo—”

“He didn’t overdose,” Annalisa cuts her off, her tone agitated. “They know the signs of an overdose. Plus, they said the cause of death was blunt force trauma to his head, remember?”

Charlotte pouts, mumbling something about just trying to help.

Annalisa sighs. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. I’m just annoyed that my brother is going to rot in jail over killing Greg, the worst person on this planet.”

“Luke isn’t going to be found guilty, Anna,” I tell her, trying to put as much conviction into my words as I can, because it really is the truth. Luke didn’t do anything, and it’s just a matter of figuring out what to do about the twins so that Annalisa can be reunited with her brother. What happens after that, I’m not sure, because I sure as hell can’t let him contact Tony. But for now, it’s one thing at a time.

22

Since our friends told us it was a zoo at school with people asking them about us, we decide to skip school Wednesday, and then the rest of the week. Hopefully, things will calm down a bit by the time we return. Aiden’s already facing a media frenzy as it is, and I’m trying not to draw attention to myself.

Mom’s home, and as soon as she got back she called Agent Dylan to tell him about everything that happened. Like the last video I told him about, he didn’t seem too concerned that I was on camera, and convinced her that you couldn’t even see me. Even though it’s true I’m only in it for a couple seconds, and the part I’m in is shot from the floor, I’m still suspicious when the viral video doesn’t bother Agent Dylan at all. Why bother not having social media or never taking pictures with my own camera if the people who told me the rules don’t care about my following them? Mom was confused, too, but he reassured her, which I think calmed her down. After all, if the FBI agent isn’t worried, why would she be? I didn’t bother telling her mine and Aiden’s theory—that Agent Dylan wants me here and found, because that wouldn’t accomplish anything at all. It would just make her double down on not wanting me to hang out with my friends, and that’s not something I can live with. Maybe he wants me here and has no intention of moving us because it’s their best chance of catching Tony. But how is he going to keep me safe at the same time if things like this don’t worry him?