“And? Where are they now?”
“They ran away.”
“Do you know their names?”
“No, I don’t, but one had a mohawk.”
“Uh-huh. That’s your description, huh? You going to tell me it was a group of men next?”
“No! I’m being serious. This really happened. Just now.”
“We’ve had way too many calls at this location.”
“I’m moving at the end of the semester.”
“Wise choice,” he said, pulling up his sagging pants. “You college chicks need to stop with this false informing bullshit,” he said.
I frowned, not wanting to fight it. As long as Austin was safe.
“Yes, officer.”
“I’m serious. We’re tired of coming out here for these bullshit reasons.”
“It really happened, but I don’t have any proof.”
He stared into my eyes.
“We’ve got our eyes on this house. You and your roommate are nothing but trouble.”
“Wait, how many times have you been here?”
“What?”
“How many times? Because I’ve never seen you here.”
“The neighbors call about your roommate all the time. You honestly didn’t know?”
“No. What do they say?”
“I can’t tell you that. But I will tell you we’ve busted people for drugs here before.”
“Real drugs? Or like weed?”
“It’s all illegal. But the harder stuff too.”
Shit. Jocelyn was way more screwed up than I realized. Is that what had changed her so dramatically? Drugs?
I lowered my head, staring at his black shoes.
“You kids today…”
He stopped mid-sentence, his voice trailing off as he turned and walked away. I went inside and shut the door. After waiting a few minutes, my heart racing, I headed to Austin’s house, hoping he was okay.
THIRTY-TWO
Brooke
When I reached his house, I walked up the steps to his porch and knocked on the door. He opened it and motioned with his head for me to come in.