Road Trip for Two

Halfway through the villa, my brain still felt restless when all I could think of is what the police officer whispered to me earlier. The name of the person that he dragged down remains a mystery to me.

So, to fill my curiosity, I slow down the speed and park the car at the corner of the road, and dialed Malia's digits.

"Where are you?" I was supposed to be the one who should ask her the question but she preceded me. "I've been looking for you in the parking lot but you are nowhere to be found."

As far as my ears can hear from the background of her phone, it sounded like a screeching of the wheels. Perhaps she is already heading back to the mansion.

"I'm not going home tonight," I said instead of telling her where I am exactly.

"May I know why?" she asked. "Is it about what Roland and Roger did earlier at the party? Let me stay with you wherever you're going."

A simple yes or no was supposed to be the one thing I expected from Malia's response. However,