“Why do I feel like we are going into this blindly?” Maya asks and I totally ignore her.
She wants me to talk and I’m kind of too angry to talk, and that is just the one part that she isn’t trying to understand. They had something to do with my family’s death.
I can’t even think straight.
“Okay, if you don’t tell me what the hell is going on, I’m not going to help.” She says stopping.
I roll my eyes and turn to look at her.
We parked the car a few miles away and decided to walk all the way onto the woods, to their home. I don’t want them to suspect we will be going to ambush them.
“I think Justine had something to do with my car brakes, on the night of the accident.” I tell her and her eyes widen open in shock.
“What?”
“Cely told me to ask her about it.”
Come to think of it, she w
