I roll my eyes and end the call, tossing my phone onto the passenger seat.
So driving helps me think. He’s doesn’t need to bust my ass just because I can’t help it when ideas hit me.
Pulling onto the street, I lay on the gas and head to the old warehouse outside of town. Our band is hosting a scavenger hunt to raise money for our summer tour in a few months, and even though I thought we should just set up some gigs—maybe team up with a few other local bands—Dane thought something different would draw in a bigger crowd.
I guess we’ll see if he’s right.
The bitter February chill cuts through my hoodie, and I turn on the heater and flip on my brights, the wide light casts a glow deep into the darkness ahead.
This is the road to Falcon’s Well where Ryen lives. If I keep going, I’ll pass the warehouse, the turn off for the Cove—an abandoned amusement park—and eventually, I’ll arrive in her town. Many times since I got my license I’ve been tempted to drive there, my curiosity overwhelming, but I never did. Like I said, it’s not worth the risk of losing what we have. Unless she agrees to it, too.
I lean over to the passenger seat and shove the notepad and other papers away, searching for my watch. I’d left it in here yesterday when I washed the outside of the truck, and it’s one of the only things I’m responsible with. It’s a family heirloom.
Kind of.
I find it and hold the steering wheel, fastening the black suede cuff around my wrist with a time piece inserted between two brackets. It had been my grandfather’s before he passed it down to my dad at my parents’ wedding, to be given to their firstborn son. My father finally gave it up last year, only for me to realize he’d lost the original time piece in it. An antique Jaeger-LeCoultre watch that’s been in the family for eighty years.
And I will find it. But until then I’m stuck with a piece of crap sitting in its place on my grandfather’s cuff.
I finish securing the strap and look up, seeing something on the road ahead.
As I get closer, I make out a form moving along the side of the road, the blonde ponytail, the black jacket, and the neon-blue running shoes unmistakable.
You gotta be kidding me. Son of a bitch.
My headlights fall across my sister’s back, lighting her up in the dark night. I turn down my music as she jerks her head over her shoulder, finally noticing someone is there.
Her face relaxes when she sees it’s me, and she smiles, continuing jogging.
And she has her fucking earbuds in, too. Awesome safety precautions, Annie.
I slow the truck, roll down the passenger side window, and pull up beside her. “You know what you look like?” I bellow, anger curling my fist around the steering wheel. “Serial killer candy!”
Letting out a silent laugh, she shakes her head and speeds up, forcing me to, as well. “And do you know where we are?” she argues. “On the road between Thunder Bay and Falcon’s Well. No one’s ever on this road. I’m fine.” She arches an eyebrow at me. “And you sound like Dad.”
I frown in disgust. “A,” I say. “I’m on this road, so no, it’s not empty. And B. Don’t shake your head at me just because you’re the only one dumb enough to jog in the middle of nowhere at night, and I don’t want you to be raped and murdered. And C. That was uncalled for. I don’t sound like Dad, so don’t kick me in the nuts like that again. It’s not nice.” And then I bark, “Now get in the damn truck.”
She shakes her head again. Just like Ryen, she loves to tease me.
Annie is my only sibling, and despite my less-than-stellar relationship with our dad, she and I get along really well.
She continues jogging, breathing hard, and I notice the bags under her eyes and the sunken look of her cheeks. An urge to scold her nips at me, but I hold it back. She works too hard, and she’s barely sleeping.
“Come on,” I tell her, growing impatient. “Seriously, I don’t have time for this.”
“Then what are you doing out here?”
I look out to the empty road to make sure I’m not swerving. “It’s that scavenger hunt thing tonight. I’m putting in an appearance. Why aren’t you on the well-lit track at the park with the safety of the two dozen other joggers around? Huh?”
“Stop babysitting me.”
“Stop doing stupid shit,” I retort.
I mean, what the hell is she thinking? It’s bad enough being out here alone during the day, but at night?
I’m a year older, graduating this May, but normally she’s the responsible one.
And that reminds me. “Hey,” I grumble. “Did you take sixty dollars out of my wallet this morning?”
I noticed it missing, and I’d just taken out money yesterday. I didn’t spend it, and this is the third time my cash has gone missing.
She puts on the ten-year-old sad face she knows works on me. “I was going shopping for some science project supplies, and you never spend your money. It shouldn’t go to waste.”
I roll my eyes.
She knows she can just ask our dad for more cash. Annie’s his angel, so he’ll give her anything she wants.
But how can I be mad at her? She’s going places, and she’s a happy kid. Anything I can do to make her happier, I guess.
She grins, probably seeing me relent, and lurches over, grabbing onto the window frame and hopping up onto the cab step under the door. “Hey, can you pick me up a root beer?” she asks. “An ice cold root beer on your way home from the warehouse? Because we both know you’re only going to stay there for five minutes unless you find a hot girl who entices you to be sociable, right?”
I laugh to myself. Twerp.
“Fine.” I nod. “Get in the truck, and you can go to the gas station with me. How about that?”
“And some caramels,” she adds, ignoring my request. “Or anything chewy.” She then hops off the step, taking off at a faster pace down the street away from me.
“Annie!” I lay on the gas, catching up to her. “Now.”
She looks over at me, and snickers. “Misha, my car is right there!” She points ahead. “Look.”
I shoot my glare farther up the road and see that she’s right. Her blue MINI Cooper sits on the right shoulder, waiting for her.
“I’ll meet you at the house,” she tells me.
“You’re done running then?”
“Yessssss.” She bows her head in dramatic nods. “I’ll see you when you get home, okay? Go get my root beer and candy.”
I give her a joking smile. “I wish I could, but I don’t have any money.”
“You have money in your center console,” she throws back. “Don’t act like you don’t stuff change everywhere and anywhere instead of putting things in their proper place. I bet you have a hundred bucks all over that truck.”
I snort. Yeah, that’s me. The bad, older brother who doesn’t pick up after himself and eats mozzarella sticks for breakfast.
I step on the gas and head down the road, but I hear a yell behind me.
“And some dill potato chips!”
I see her in my rearview mirror, her hands framing her mouth as she shouts. I honk the horn twice, letting her know I heard her, and speed ahead, pulling over in front of her car.
I see her shake her head in the mirror, like I’m so overbearing, because I won’t leave until she’s in the car.
Sorry, but yeah. I’m not leaving my pretty, sixteen-year-old sister on a dark road at ten o’clock at night.
She pulls her keys out of her jacket pocket, unlocks the door, and waves to me before she climbs in. When I see the headlights come on, I put the truck in Drive again and finally go.
I lay on the gas and sit back in my seat, heading down the road toward the abandoned warehouse. Her headlights fade from view in my mirror as I go over a small hill, and worry creeps in. She doesn’t look right. I don’t think she’s sick, but she looks pale and tired.
Just go home and get in bed, Annie. Stop getting up at 4:30 in the morning, and get a decent night of sleep.