Clan of Redemption by Rushell Ann Read Free Book Online

can you grab a
water dish out of the cupboard, I bet he’s thirsty too?” I asked
with a look that I hoped told her that I didn’t want to give my Dad
any reason to think I was up to anything.
    Once we were outside,
Saska went over to the bushes to do his business. I had a feeling
that my Dad was watching through the kitchen window.
    Shit.
    Shit.
    I hate to lie, especially
to my Dad, but Mom's letter told me that I couldn't tell him. I
wouldn't put my only parent left
    “Sully, have you told my
Dad anything?” I asked in the softest whisper I could manage, we
had our backs to the kitchen window.
    “No, he just got the phone
call a few minutes before you came downstairs and I excused myself
to use the bathroom so he wouldn’t be able to ask me any
questions,” She also whispered.
    “We only have a few
minutes to get our stories straight, I think we should stick to the
truth as much as possible, except we leave out the bar part, and
the gun part.” I pointed out to the yard as if we were talking
about Saska.
    “That sounds good, how
about we tell him we got some pizza to go and walked down Main
Street to window shop and I went to use the bathroom when you were
attacked,” Sully said with excitement.
    “Yeah, that’s great, and
when came out and I was gone, you got in your truck to look for me.
Good great and….” Dad interrupted my last thought.
    “Are you finished letting
the dog pee, Jayden.” My Dad asked with accusation.
    “Let’s go Saska,” I
commanded.
    Saska went right in with no
hesitation.
    “So, are ladies going to
tell me what happened before the police get here?” Dad asked as he
sipped on his coffee.
    “Ok, dad, now you can’t
over react….” The doorbell rang.
    “Great, they’re here, now
I’m going to have to hear it as you tell it to the police. I hope
you ladies didn’t get into any trouble.”
    Dad brought the two police
officers into the kitchen. Sully and I were sitting next to each
other on the stools leaning our elbows on the breakfast bar,
drinking our coffee, trying to act as nothing was wrong.
    “Hello ladies, I’m officer
Tuddles, and this is officer Sparks. We are here to talk to you
about what happened last night,” he said as he took out his note
pad to start writing down what we were about to say.
    I was trying to pull off
calm, but I could feel my arm pits start to dampen, I was hoping it
didn’t show on my face.
    “Ok,” We both said at the
same time.
    “Which one of you owns
that Ford pick up?” office Sparks asked.
    “That’s mine, isn't she a
beauty.” Sully answered with a huge smile on her face. If anyone
could lie, it was Sully, emotions were bottled down deep with her
and it never showed on her face.
    I knew that police could
look up license plates; they probably already knew that it belonged
to her.
    “Can you tell me where you
were last night?” officer Tuddles asked while looking straight at
me.
    “Sully took me out last
night to get my mind of my best friend that died a few days ago. He
drowned out in Lake Stevens,” I said, trying to sound distraught. I
was upset, but I wanted to pull the attention off Sully and me and
onto Logan’s death. Sorry Logan.
    “I heard about that, we’re
real sorry for your loss,” Office Tuddles said and he sounded like
he meant it.
    “Thanks,” I said. Small
town, nothing usually gets by, one of the reasons I wanted to go to
the U.W. for college, to blend into the crowd and
disappear.
    “So where did you go last
night?” Officer Tuddles asked.
    “Well, we stopped at "The
Pizza Dive" and took our pizza to go, walked down Main Street to
window shop, since most of the shops were closed by that time,” I
answered sipping on my coffee again, trying to head off any
unneeded questions.
    “Is that all that happened
last night,” officer Sparks asked with lingering question in his
voice.
    I could tell they knew
more than we had hoped. Should I just spill the beans or should I
try to answer just what they