Raveling You(26)

“Did you tell Lila and Ethan?”



“Yeah, and they pretty much gave me the same attitude.”



“You think they know what it is?” I ask, astounded. “That they’re keeping stuff from you?”



“I’m not sure. I mean, I’d like to think they don’t keep secrets from me, but there’s been a couple of times I’ve overheard them whispering about me, and I have to wonder if maybe they know more about my past, this case, and my sister.”



“But how would they know?” The wind picks up and blows strands of my hair around my face. “And why would they keep it from you? It makes no sense.”



I suddenly remember something I overheard the night the police broke the news to Ayden about his brother. A short conversation between Lila and Ethan when they thought I was out of hearing range.



“Ayden, I think maybe I should tell you something I heard Lila and Ethan talking about, but after you take care of whatever you’re doing with that guy, because he’s staring at us right now and looks really, really creepy.”



Ayden tracks my gaze to the guy then inches toward me protectively when the guy shoots me a nasty look.



“Who is that guy, anyway?” I ask, plucking pieces of hair out of my mouth.



“On the Internet, he calls himself Rebel Tonic,” Ayden says. “I don’t know what his real name is.”



“Rebel Tonic?” I question with a really look.



“He’s supposed to be really good with computers,” he tells me as if it explains everything. “Good at hacking, too.”



I try piecing everything together. “Is that why you’re meeting him here, to have him hack for you? And is that what you were doing the other night, meeting him then, too?”



He warily nods. “I want him to hack into the social services records and track down my sister. I met him the other night and have been trying to figure out if I wanted to risk it and how the hell I was going to come up with the money.” He pauses, frustrated. “After seeing that letter, I have to do this, Lyric. I need to know she’s okay.” He looks at me, pleading for me to understand where he’s coming from.



I’m glad I can’t understand, at least in the same context as him. I’ve had a really good life and will never fully comprehend what it’s like to go through what Ayden has. I remember how I used to envy him, because he’s experienced life. Now I’m grateful for what I have.



“How much does it cost?”



He stuffs his hands into his pockets and kicks the tip of his boot against the grass. “The fee is a thousand dollars.”



“A thousand dollars!” My eyes widen. “Where the heck did you get that kind of money?”



“I don’t have it all. I’ve saved up six hundred from the times I helped Lila with her catering events. The other four hundred I was going to pay off with...” He pats his pocket.



I eye him suspiciously. “What’s in there?”



“A knife that belonged to my brother. It’s rusty, but the brand is pretty high quality. I’m honestly not even sure where he got it from.”



Tears instantly prick in my eyes. Here Ayden is, doing something highly illegal, risking getting into trouble, giving up something that belonged to his deceased brother and he does it so simply, so matter-of-factly.



“You need four hundred dollars, then?” I mentally count what I have stashed in my sock drawer. After my last record shopping spree, I’m guessing about four twenty-five, give or take ten bucks.



“I’m not taking your money, Lyric.” He pushes me in the direction of the gate and points for me to go. “Just like I’m not letting you get involved in this.”



“Tough shit for you, but I’m already involved.” I stand my ground. “You’re my best friend. I care about you. And I’d be a freaking jerk if I just bailed out now.”



“You’ll still be my friend if you bail. You’ll always be my friend.”



“No duh. That’s the most obvious statement ever. But I’m still going to go get you four hundred bucks so you can pay that asshole over there and keep your brother’s knife.”



“Lyric, I—”



I conceal his mouth with my hand. “Ayden, it’s just money. It means absolutely nothing compared to our friendship.” I remove my hand from his lips. “Now, go tell Mr. Rebel Tonic,” I roll my eyes, “that I’m running back to the house to get some cash and not to go anywhere.”



I raise my pinkie to make him swear he’ll wait for me. Once he does, I start to jog toward the exit of the park but stop near the gates.