I finally get to the messages that were sent yesterday a few hours before Harper was hit by the car. That's when it starts to get really suspicious.
Scott: Hey
Harper: Hey
Scott: Are u busy right now?
Harper: No. Y?
Scott: Meet me @ the old garden shed just out of town. Do u know where it is?
Harper: Yeah...y?
Scott: Just meet me
Scott: Please
Harper: Fine...
If this means what I think it means, it's means Harper was at the old garden shed before the accident. That means there might be clues there. Something she left behind to give away who was driving the car or who Scott is.
     I quickly yell a quick goodbye to my brother before slipping out the back door. From their I grab a flashlight from our tiny tin shed and my bike that was parked behind it so no one could see it easily and steal it. My mom has always been big about the whole "don't leave anything out in the open or someone will steal it" thing.
     I check my pocket to make sure the phone's still inside and didn't magically disappear before starting my trek to the garden shed out of town.
As I start biking I pass the crime scene again to see that the crowd from earlier has disappeared and left is just a small group of detectives or whatever you want to call them searching the area. I pass them quickly without giving them a second glance because as much as I'd love to have their job one day and learn how they do everything, today is not that day.
Ten minutes later I arrive at the old garden shed. Just looking at it brings back old memories. This is where all the kids used to hang out. This is where Harper disappeared too when she wasn't at her ex boyfriends. Here where all the stoners hung out. I don't understand how she kept that a secret from me for so long. How I didn't notice.
    I look around to make sure no one else is here before parking my bike beside the shed and pulling out my flashlight and clicking it on. I enter through the smashed glass door that I bet was very beautiful back in the day. As I enter glass shatters out my feet. Broken glass. Probably from beer bottles. I'm not surprised by that.
     I walk around a big piece of plaster that seems to have fallen from the ceiling after years of being left to rot. As I reach the counter I flash my flashlight over everything, but when I don't see anything I move on. Maybe there's nothing to find.
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Hey guys! I really hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm hoping to have the next chapter up in the next few days. -Jordan