It took a while for Heath and Poppy's friendship to get back on track.

Poppy carried on as normal, but Heath was horrified by what she had done. He was even angrier with himself, for not doing anything.

He wasn't sure if Poppy had noticed, but he became reserved and quiet around her until he felt she wouldn't do something of the sort again. Their friendship wasn't what it once was though. Friendships tend to be like that when one saw someone they trusted and admired beating the crap out of someone else.

Dinners at the house returned to being a silent thing, as the last attempt at a conversation had gone downhill so quickly. So no one tried to do it again.

Brandon and Sarah began avoiding him, but whenever no one was looking, Sarah would smile at Heath as though trying to reassure him it would be alright.

It didn't seem like it was going to be alright though. Everything was collapsing in upon itself and he still hadn't found his brother's killer. He had almost given up at this point. Maybe he would just never find out who it was.

That thought, instead of discouraging him, seemed to just drive him to try to look harder. However, his searches all proved to be unfruitful, mostly because he didn't know where to look.

His first hint came in the form of Angelina Jones. He had rarely interacted with her and only knew a little about her. She was Brandon's younger sister, but was still a grade above Heath. She was a blonde, but it was closer to a sandy colour than the vivid blonde most people associated with blonde. Her build was slight and small, being even shorter than Heath, but had her brother's easy smile and bronzed tan. She had pimples on her chin and forehead, but they seemed to be the only flaw to her near-perfect appearance.

It had been a common rumour around the school that after Caleb died, Sarah had gone out with Brandon. Sarah and Caleb's relationship was very public and well-known, so most were quick to assume that she would choose anothef public relationship. However, Sarah took a step back and had a private relationship with Angelina, which had been found out as well, but Sarah insisted everyone leave them alone.

As a result, Heath hadn't often met Angelina because the only way he would've been able to talk to her was if he had seen her with Sarah.

Angelina approached him at lunch, when he was talking with Poppy.

"Hello," she said, her eyes flitting to Poppy and travelling to the taller girl's boots and leather jacket.

Poppy continued to chew her gum before blowing a bubble. Her eyes never left Angelina.

"Hi," Heath responded, smiling weakly. Angelina was whispering that she wished they could have privacy. His eyes also moved towards Poppy. "Um... Poppy? Could we have a moment?"

Her bubble popped. "Sure," she said, but she narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Angelina. She stepped back and walked off, leaving the two in peace.

"I-I just want to see how you're doing," she said, rubbing her arm,"Well, Brandon does, but he's apparently not allowed to talk to you."

"No supers are," Heath mumbled, before remembering that Angelina had also gotten the recessive super gene.

"Oh? I guess I'll just - " Angelina started half-turning as she prepared to leave.

"But I'm sure my parents won't find out," he said, cutting her off, as he was desperately curious about what else she had to say.

Well, they wouldn't find out unless he told them. And taking into account what had happened last time, he decided it was best not to mention supers to his parents ever again.

"Um, okay," she said, looking a little bit confused, but smiling widely.

"Is that all he wanted to know?" he asked, feeling as though she was about to say something more private.

"Uh, yeah," she said, raising an eyebrow,"Why?"

"It's just I was wondering if you knew anything about his death," he mumbled. Of course they knew nothing about his death. He shouldn't have had his hopes so high.

"Who's?" Angelina asked, her brow furrowed.

"You know...," Heath said, unwilling to say the name but upon seeing she was getting no further with guessing, he gave in. "Caleb's."

The name that had once been used often felt unfamiliar in his mouth and odd on his tongue. He felt as though he'd pronounced it wrong, even though he knew it was right.

"Oh," Angelina said, her face falling,"It was in an abandoned house, I think."

His eyes widened, surprised. Someone actually knew something about? He felt like jumping with joy. After so long with unsuccessful searches, it felt so satisfying to find some sort of clue. It gave him a sense of direction where he had been previously lost.

"Thanks so much," he said, hugging her,"I owe you."

"Oh!" she exclaimed, surprised by the hug,"It wasn't a problem."

As Caleb's body had been found with little to no blood for such a deep wound, the police had assumed his body had been moved from the location it had died in. That and it was found in the middle of a field.

The police had just dismissed it because why bother looking into a case that won't really help anyone or do anything?

But now he knew where the murder had taken place. Somewhere abandoned. The first that popped up into his mind was Poppy's place, but had she even known his brother? He wasn't sure.

He would certainly ask, anyway. He wasn't taking any chances with her. Not anymore.

So at the first opportunity he got, he questioned her about his brother.

"Poppy?" he said, ensuring he had her attention,"You know I had a brother right?"

She raised an eyebrow, an expression of confusion clear on her face. "This is random," she mumbled, but answered him anyway,"No."

"You sure?" he asked, eyes narrowed,"His name was Caleb."

"Yeah. I never knew a Caleb," Poppy replied,"Why are you asking me this?"

"Just curiosity," Heath said, still not convinced,"Are you absolutely sure? He was tall, probably taller than you. Good-looking. Hazel eyes."

"Definitely not," she responded, then grinned and went on,"I've never met anyone who both taller and more good-looking than me."

Heath was tempted to tell her to stop messing around but she probably wouldn't listen. So he gave up. Maybe Poppy hadn't done it after all. And she wasn't a super. He'd forgotten that a super had killed his brother.

What if it hadn't been a super though? They'd had very little evidence that it was. Besides the fact that no normal human could cause an injury like the one he'd seen on his brother's head. Maybe two people had done it. Two normal people.

He never got a chance to come to conclusions though, as that lunchtime Poppy dragged him off again. They didn't go to Poppy's 'someplace secret' this time. Instead, Poppy brought him to a jewellery store.

She browsed the store, her eyes darting to and fro. Heath had no idea what she was looking for, but kept checking his phone. He'd decided it was best to bring some way of knowing what time it was as he didn't want to be late for class again.

The store owner watched them as they came in, eyes narrowed and fingers drumming on the desk. Heath found it difficult to look away from the man's cold gaze and was glad when Poppy moved away from the view of shopkeeper.

"Do you have any money?" she asked as her eyes finally settled on a twenty carat gold bracelet.

Heath's eyes however, went to the price tag. "I have a five pounds, not three thousand," he whispered harshly.

"I guess we have to do it the hard way then," she said, her eyes shining as one hand dove into her pocket and began digging through it.

"The hard way?" he said, her brow furrowed before he saw what she pulled out,"Oh no. I am not robbing a br-"

Poppy's hand clamped over his mouth and she put a finger to her lips.

She pulled out a clumsily straightened paper clip and inserted the one bent an ninety degrees into the lock. Heath listened to the whispers of the man who owned the shop. Most of them were of unimportant and not associated with the two.

She moved the paper clip from side to side, focused intensely on what she was doing.

Heath's breath hitched as the man thought about checking on what the two 'ruffians' (as he phrased it) were doing.

Poppy's eyes didn't stray from the lock as she slid the straightened paper clip into it.

He could almost hear the footsteps approaching. And was that breathing his own, or the shopkeeper's?

She fiddled with the second paper clip, biting her lip.

His heart was in his mouth. The footsteps were definitely there, and getting closer by the second. Any step could be the one that rounded the corner.

The click was loud in the quiet of the shop and Heath was sure the shopkeeper had heard it.

Poppy grabbed the bracelet and shoved it into her pocket before slamming the glass door closed. If there was ever a doubt the shopkeeper had heard them, they were banished now.

The man swiftly turned the corner and caught the two wearing identical looks of what Heath hoped was innocence.

It didn't work. The man's eyes slid towards the glass door, which swung slowly open.

There was a moment of calm before the man charged at the two.

"Move your a*s!" Poppy shrieked when Heath stood, unable to move.

She shoved him towards the door and Heath returned to being alert and moving.

They burst out of the shop, with no idea of how much lunchtime they had left, only focused on outrunning the shopkeeper.

They were chased in the direction of the school, but they veered off-course when a truck moved in front of them. Heath ran even as his breaths sped up, his legs ached and he choked on his own spit.

"F*ck, f*ck, fuuuuu*k," Poppy muttered, glancing back.

Heath did the same. The store owner was still on their heels.

Poppy began some complicated route that she swore would take them back to the school.

After what felt like half an hour of running, they collapsed in their seats in the classrooms, ignoring Ms. Allen's questioning eyes and Poppy's hand still clenched in her pocket.

Heath just hoped that she hadn't lost the bracelet, or all that would be for nothing.