I cut him off, “I know, and you have my word. But I still don’t think this is a good idea, we should take the information we have found to the police. Let them handle this!” I’m pleading with him now, we are two thirteen year old kids. There is no way we can take down grown ass men, especially criminals.

Kyle laughs, “We won’t be storming in there, I just want to go and see what I can find. Watch them from a distance. See it with my own eyes. You can come or you can stay home, the choice is yours. I’m going though – tonight.” He turns his back to me and walks out of the room.

Chapter Nine

Kinsley

It’s cold outside and my teeth rattle, the full moon is bright lighting up the whole staff car park out the back of Twisted Sister. I finished work fifteen minutes ago and I had hoped that Jesse would be waiting for me, but he still hasn’t shown up. It’s been one hell of a week since I’ve seen him. Normally we would see each other almost every day, every second at least, but as much as I hate to admit it, I’ve been avoiding him.

Reaching into my back pocket to pull out my phone, he enters the car park. I’m so desperate to flee the cold that I tug open the door and throw myself into the passenger seat.

“I’m so sorry Kins,” he whispers. “I wanted to be here when you finished but —”

I cut him off, “You asshole, you fell asleep didn’t you?”

A guilty chuckle slips through his lips as I swat his shoulder with the back of my hand. I’m not really mad at him, but I’m going to let him have it anyway.

“Jesse! I’ve been standing out here for nearly twenty minutes. If I had ordered a cab to be waiting, I would already be at your place!”

“C’mon, don’t be like that.” He leans over and ruffles my hair. “I’ll let you play DJ on the way home.”

With those big green puppy dog eyes he passes me his phone and revs the engine, leaving the car park and my shitty mood behind us.

“Lou-loo!” I yell in greeting as Jesse’s golden retriever barrels towards us. Her front paws land on my stomach and I snuggle into her head.

“You’re encouraging her bad habits,” Jesse grumbles.

The drive from the bar to Jesse’s house is about thirty five minutes, he got us here in twenty though, God only knows how he hasn’t lost his driver’s license. When we made the decision to move away from our hometown he didn’t want to move right into the CBD like I did, instead he tiptoed into suburbia.