you’re trying to get clean then why the hell are you still hanging around with the Angels and doing their dirty work for them?” I asked, absently twirling the wrench in my hand. There was something comforting about the weight of it, something that made me feel grounded.
“I’m trying to get out, but it isn’t as easy as you think,” she explained, hugging herself like she needed the shelter. For the first time I see the sheen of sweat on her forehead and the way she shivered against the non-existent cold. “I asked to come here. They didn’t make me. I thought it would be better you hearing what happened with Aimee from a friend, instead of one of the boys, who are about as subtle as a sledgehammer.” Her lopsided smile made her look like the girl that I used to know.
“Right, because coming in and announcing that Aimee and Ryan ‘fucked—’” I spat the word out, “—is the height of subtlety.” Shaking my head, I gestured towards the door with the wrench. “If you’ve just come here to peddle more of your lies, I’m not buying.”
“Ryan came here a few days ago, didn’t he?” Suzie asked, her voice ringing out in the empty shop. “I bet Aimee didn’t tell you what they talked about. In fact, I know that she didn’t, otherwise none of what I’m saying would be news to you. That’s why he came here—to tell her what he wanted from her. That’s where she is right now, with him.”
I try to keep a tight hold on every muscle in my body, concentrating on something other than the ice that flooded my system at Suzie’s words. “No, she’s not. She’s at work.”
“Really?” Suzie sounded amused. “Why don’t you call the diner?” She nodded towards my phone perched precariously on top of the toolbox.
“I don’t need to do that. I trust Aimee and that’s enough for me.” I had no reason not to trust her. We were in love and I knew that she felt the same way about me as I did about her. There was no way she would do anything like what Suzie was suggesting.
“Or are you just scared that I may be right?” Suzie crossed her arms, assessing my reaction, challenging me.
“Fine, fine.” I snatched up the cellphone and scrolled through my contacts until I reached ‘Diner.’ With only a moment’s hesitation I pressed the call button. After a few rings the phone picked up and I recognized the voice.
“Hey Crystal, it’s Jake,” I’d said, suddenly feeling stupid for calling to check up on Aimee. “I thought you were off today.” I thought out loud, remembering what Aimee had said about covering for her.
“Oh, hey Jake,” Crystal’s voice was breathless. “Nope, I’m here.” She sounded confused.
“My mistake, I must’ve got things mixed up. I just wanted to speak to Aimee—she busy?” I asked, turning my back on Suzie to avoid her persistent stare.
“Aimee?” Crystal sounded about as muddled as I felt. “She’s not here, Jake. It’s her day off today,” she reminded me. “Everything alright with you two?”
“Fine. Thanks.” My voice was curt, but there was too much going on in my mind to worry about my tone as I ended the call.
“Satisfied?” Suzie asked, sounding a little too pleased.
“Why do I get the impression that you’re enjoying this?” I asked, my suspicions over Suzie’s friendly intentions firing up again.
“I just want you to see what’s going on in front of your own two eyes, that’s all.” She spread her hands out in front of her as if giving me all the information she had.
“Okay, I’ll play along. So Aimee isn’t at work and she told me that was where she was headed. That doesn’t prove anything.” I wasn’t willing to believe something on the basis of such a flimsy piece of evidence.
“You’re right, it doesn’t. But this does.” Suzie held out a cell phone and pumped the volume up.
The voices coming out of the speaker were metallic,