Chapter 66: The Wrong Girl

"Hold on." I squinted at my phone screen, trying to make sense of what was going on.

Caspian raised his eyebrows waiting for an explanation. After constantly staring at my screen for the past hour, trying to track Janet's next move, something finally managed to surprise me.

"Janet's here," I told Caspian.

"What?" Caspian enquired, bolting upright.

"She's in this building," I explained. "Below us." I looked down at the floor of Caspian's bedroom, trying to see through it.

"Well, she's friends with Amber," Caspian reasoned, trying to hide his thoughts. But when it came to Caspian, I was psychic; I could see that he was thinking the same thing I was. Her next target might be one of us. Amber could have gone back on her word, she could have told Janet we were on to her. I wouldn't put it past Amber Arnold to break her promise. A

"I highly doubt she can take a room full of Stingers. She can't be that good," Caspian calmly stated.

"That's what we thought before she killed the mayor," I argued, gnawing on my lip.

Caspian took my phone from me and zoomed in on Janet's location "She's coming up the stairs," he whispered, as if she could hear us through the thick door.

I gulped noisily, before a whole lot of cussing erupted from just outside the door.

Caspian opened the door, before I could stop him.

"My Louis Vuitton heels are ruined," Amber complained, glaring daggers at Lewis.

"Sorry." Lewis held up his hands in defeat. "At least now we know Louis Vuitton lied about the quality of their shoes."

"They forgot to mention that their shoes weren't Lewis-prone," Amber fired back. "I should send them an email." Amber flicked her hair over her shoulders, picked up her destroyed shoes, and padded over to her room without giving us a second glance.

"Yikes," Lewis exclaimed.

"Where's Janet?" I asked no one in particular.

Caspian held my phone in his hand, but made no attempt to look at her location.

"Why would that psychopath be here?" Lewis questioned, running a hand over his short, black hair.

"The tracker says she's here," I replied, confusion making me wrinkle my nose.

"I've been in the living room for the past hour, and trust me when I say I would have recognised her if she walked in," Lewis told me. "She's not the kind of person one would forget."

"Impossible," Caspian said, shaking his head as he showed Lewis the screen.

"Must be a glitch," Lewis shrugged.

I was about to agree with him, when Amber burst back out of her room. "What the fudge is this?" She held a phone in her hand.

"A phone," I responded. "I'm concerned you didn't know that."

"Ha-ha," she fake laughed. "And what would a century old Samsung be doing in my bag?"

"Samsung?" Caspian and I asked at the exact same time, realisation dawning on us.

Amber flung the phone on the floor and slammed her door in our faces.

"Did you put it in the wrong bag?" I asked Caspian, picking up the phone as well as the battery that had fallen out of it.

"I don't think so," Caspian responded. "Amber has a handbag; I put it in a backpack."

"She must have known," I figured, sighing now that our only hope had been lost. I couldn't believe we had been tracking the wrong girl this whole time; well, technically it was only a couple of hours, but still. "Can we try to plant the tracker again? She might not see it coming the second time?"

"She just left." Lewis leaned casually against the wall.

"What?" I enquired, wondering how he knew.

"She already left," Lewis repeated.

"Where?"

"New York," he replied. "I thought you guys would have heard Amber ranting about how her best friend abandoned her just as spring break starts."

"That was Asher's dream place," I thought out loud. "We need to go there." I decided.

"New York's a big city." Lewis shook his head. The voice of reason in the unreasonable situation.

"We can't just wait," I argued, hoping to convince at least Caspian to go with me.

"Yes, we can," Caspian said, disappointing me.

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