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“Well, Ayden and Marcus dropped her home just after twelve-thirty. She messaged her mum to let her know she was home. Then she messaged Tillie and asked her to come over in an hour, but when Tillie got there, Rhys didn’t answer the door, so she left, thinking Rhys had ditched her to hang with us.” Fuckboy sounds every bit the child he is right now. Fucking scared.
“And none of you heard from her once she was dropped home?” I ask.
“No. We’ve been sending messages through to our group chat, but she didn’t join in. We thought she might be sleeping or something since she had such a big weekend.”
“Fuck.” I rasp. “Have the cops caught that Julie bitch yet?”
“No. I just heard Will speaking to the cops on the phone. She’s still at large.”
Fucking hell. It has to be Julie. She has Rhys. I just know it.
Fuckboy doesn’t have any more information for me, so I break a thousand fucking laws speeding from Redfield Lake to Fox Pines. I make it in twenty minutes, which is fucking impressive, but man, they have to be the longest twenty minutes of my life. I slam the brakes on outside Kitten’s home and fly from my car, up the front path and straight through the open doorway. There are cops everywhere, and I ignore their stares and follow the sounds of crying until I step through the doors of a home theatre.
All eyes turn to me, which includes Kitten’s boy band and her parents.
“Oh my gosh, Tyler, please tell me you know something?”
They are the words of a desperate mother. She knows I don’t have any information for her, but she can’t help but ask.
I shake my head, and she collapses to the floor, her husband, Will, falling to his knees beside her.
“Has she had any more messages from Julie?” I ask, and Will looks up from the floor.
“No. Not that we could find on her phone.”
“Fuck.” I huff, dragging my hand through my hair.
Where the fuck are you, Kitten?
“We’ve got a few things.” A police officer announces, walking into the room.
Cynthia leaps up off the floor, her hands coming together in front of her chest like she is about to prey.
“We found a small trace of blood on the tiles just in the passage near the kitchen. It’s being sent for testing now. We should know if it belongs to Rhys soon. But the interesting thing we found was video footage from the doorbell ring camera across the road.” The officer moves to the projector, and the video footage appears on the large screen a minute later.
We all watch silently as we see a car pull up at 11:30am, its windows tinted dark, and a woman with short dark hair gets out of the passenger side, wearing a cap low on her head. The footage isn’t good enough to pick up facial features, but really there’s only one person it can be.
As the car drives off, the lady doesn’t go to the front door but walks around the back of the house. There are no fences up around their home since it's relatively new, so it’s easy for anyone to get onto their property.
It’s around 12:35pm when Ayden’s car pulls up, and we see Rhys climb out from the backseat. She waves, her smile visible on the footage, before she turns and walks up the path carrying her bag. Then she turns again, and waves as Ayden’s car pulls away, and then she turns back, opening the door and going inside.
Then there’s nothing until 12:58pm, when the same car that pulled up earlier stops again, and a man wearing a cap gets out of the car and walks around the side of the house. His head is dipped low, so it’s hard to see, but he looks like a big guy. The type of guy that works out a lot at the gym.
He reappears at 1:07pm, gets into his car, and then the garage door lifts. He reverses his car into the garage, and the door lowers again.
What the fuck?
At 1:17pm, the garage door lifts again, and the car pulls out and drives off as the door lowers.
The only thing that can be made out is the number plate of the car.
“Who are these people?” Cynthia cries.
“Julie.” I bark, and the police officer turns to glare at me before moving his eyes back to Cynthia.
“Yes. We think it’s most likely Julie. We have an APB out on the plates of the car. We should know more soon.”
Cynthia breaks down crying again, and I fucking feel like it's time to start smashing shit.
