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“Sure.” He nods with an understanding smile.
I take a deep breath as I walk to his door. I’m still angry with him, but I try to push all of that away in the hope that this will change things.
“Ophelia!” he shouts as he flings open the door, yanking me into his arms. “Where have you been? I waited by your car after practice and never saw you. I’ve been worried sick. I went by your house and everything!”
“Why didn’t you just call me?” I cut my eyes into him, still wondering if he was really with Vivian all afternoon.
“I did!” he shoots back. “Like a hundred times.”
I pull my bag around my shoulder and fish out my phone. The screen is black and not turning on. “Oh, I’m sorry…it’s dead. I didn’t realize.”
But Emmett’s eyes have already settled on the car behind me—on Malcolm waiting inside. “What the fuck,” he growls. “What is he doing here?”
“That’s what I came to talk to you about.” I wave for him to get out of the car and come to the door. “Can we come in?” I push past Emmett before he even has a chance to answer. “Malcolm may have found out something that could help with your sister.”
“You told him about Bernadette?” he thunders, not taking his rageful eyes off of Malcolm.
“I know I shouldn’t have, but we can talk about that later,” I insist hurriedly. “But right now, you really need to hear about what we foun
d.”
“What the fuck are you doing hanging out with her, Malcolm?” Emmett fumes as he marches up to him. “You know she’s mine. You need to back off.”
“Listen, man…I don’t mean any harm.” Malcolm’s hands fly up in surrender, but his tone is even and cool. “I don’t want to cause any trouble between you two. I just want to help.”
“Emmett, please…” I go over and place a hand to his chest, hoping to calm him down. “Just listen to him. It could help us find your sister.”
“Alright, let’s hear it, old buddy,” he says condescendingly, crossing his arms. “Just what is it you think you know about my sister?”
“I traced her phone and went through her messages and calls. Here, I printed it all out for you so you could see for yourself.” Malcolm holds out the stack of papers, but Emmett doesn’t budge to take them. Malcolm tosses them onto the bed next to him instead. “Her last location before her phone dropped off was at Jameson Mall. And she was there with Vivian and Lily.”
“Oh, wow…” he coos cynically “So you mean my sister went to the mall with her friends? Shocking.”
“There’s more,” I insist, holding my hand up to get him to keep listening.
“There was some suspicious communication between Lily and Vivian,” Malcolm continues. “Makes it look like they were planning something against Bernadette.”
“Yeah…those girls are all malicious bitches to each other, you know that.” He shrugs. “They were probably just planning a revenge prank or something like that. This doesn’t prove they’re behind her disappearance.”
“Did you ask Vivian about it yet?” I ask him, growing frustrated.
“She says she doesn’t know anything,” he answers plainly, looking away from me.
“I guess it took her all day to tell you that,” I mutter.
“What?” he bellows.
“Nothing.”
“I want to know what the fuck you two were doing together in the first place,” he demands, bucking his chest up. “Why did you tell him about all of this?”
“We’re just friends, man,” Malcolm offers lightly.
I put myself in Emmett’s path, trying to redirect his attention back to me. “He came back to the track to say hi and saw that I was upset.”
“I bet he did,” he smirks with disgust.
“Stop it! That’s enough!” I snap. “He was just trying to cheer me up, and that’s when I let everything slip about Bernadette. I was upset for you and didn’t know how to help.”
