I lean over to the passenger seat and shove the notepad and other papers away, searching for my watch. I’d left it in here yesterday when I washed the outside of the truck, and it’s one of the only things I’m responsible with. It’s a family heirloom.
Kind of.
I find it and hold the steering wheel, fastening the black suede cuff around my wrist with a time piece inserted between two brackets. It had been my grandfather’s before he passed it down to my dad at my parents’ wedding, to be given to their firstborn son. My father finally gave it up last year, only for me to realize he’d lost the original time piece in it. An antique Jaeger-LeCoultre watch that’s been in the family for eighty years.
And I will find it. But until then I’m stuck with a piece of crap sitting in its place on my grandfather’s cuff.
I finish securing the strap and look up, seeing something on the road ahead.
As I get closer, I make out a form moving along the side of the road, the blonde ponytail, the black jacket, and the neon-blue running shoes unmistakable.
You gotta be kidding me. Son of a bitch.
My headlights fall across my sister’s back, lighting her up in the dark night. I turn down my music as she jerks her head over her shoulder, finally noticing someone is there.
Her face relaxes when she sees it’s me, and she smiles, continuing jogging.
And she has her fucking earbuds in, too. Awesome safety precautions, Annie.
I slow the truck, roll down the passenger side window, and pull up beside her. “You know what you look like?” I bellow, anger curling my fist around the steering wheel. “Serial killer candy!”
Letting out a silent laugh, she shakes her head and speeds up, forcing me to, as well. “And do you know where we are?” she argues. “On the road between Thunder Bay and Falcon’s Well. No one’s ever on this road. I’m fine.” She arches an eyebrow at me. “And you sound like Dad.”
I frown in disgust. “A,” I say. “I’m on this road, so no, it’s not empty. And B. Don’t shake your head at me just because you’re the only one dumb enough to jog in the middle of nowhere at night, and I don’t want you to be raped and murdered. And C. That was uncalled for. I don’t sound like Dad, so don’t kick me in the nuts like that again. It’s not nice.” And then I bark, “Now get in the damn truck.”
She shakes her head again. Just like Ryen, she loves to tease me.
Annie is my only sibling, and despite my less-than-stellar relationship with our dad, she and I get along really well.
She continues jogging, breathing hard, and I notice the bags under her eyes and the sunken look of her cheeks. An urge to scold her nips at me, but I hold it back. She works too hard, and she’s barely sleeping.
“Come on,” I tell her, growing impatient. “Seriously, I don’t have time for this.”
“Then what are you doing out here?”
I look out to the empty road to make sure I’m not swerving. “It’s that scavenger hunt thing tonight. I’m putting in an appearance. Why aren’t you on the well-lit track at the park with the safety of the two dozen other joggers around? Huh?”
“Stop babysitting me.”
“Stop doing stupid shit,” I retort.
I mean, what the hell is she thinking? It’s bad enough being out here alone during the day, but at night?
I’m a year older, graduating this May, but normally she’s the responsible one.
And that reminds me. “Hey,” I grumble. “Did you take sixty dollars out of my wallet this morning?”
I noticed it missing, and I’d just taken out money yesterday. I didn’t spend it, and this is the third time my cash has gone missing.
She puts on the ten-year-old sad face she knows works on me. “I was going shopping for some science project supplies, and you never spend your money. It shouldn’t go to waste.”
I roll my eyes.
She knows she can just ask our dad for more cash. Annie’s his angel, so he’ll give her anything she wants.
But how can I be mad at her? She’s going places, and she’s a happy kid. Anything I can do to make her happier, I guess.
She grins, probably seeing me relent, and lurches over, grabbing onto the window frame and hopping up onto the cab step under the door. “Hey, can you pick me up a root beer?” she asks. “An ice cold root beer on your way home from the warehouse? Because we both know you’re only going to stay there for five minutes unless you find a hot girl who entices you to be sociable, right?”