Uncovering You: The Complete Series (Mega Box Set) (273 page)

Min takes my hand and squeezes once. I look over and give her a tight smile. Both of us need to be strong. Not even for each other. For Rich.

Time passes. My body feels like it gets strung tighter with every hour. I imagine Rich somewhere high in the air on that damn plane. What misguided sense of righteousness would send him off like that?

Suddenly, I realize we’re passing through an area I know very well. “Take a right!” I exclaim. “The next exit!”

The driver swerves to change lanes immediately. Momentum throws me against the door. A honk blares behind us,
two
,
three
…

“What the hell was that?” Min demands of our driver. “Are you trying to get us killed?”

“You asked me to turn,” he shrugs.

I explain myself quickly to Min. “We’ve got six hours before our flight takes off. And we’re already close to the airport. Right?”

“Twenty minutes away, depends on traffic,” the driver offers.

“I lived here,” I continue. “This might be the last time I’m ever going to be in the area. I owe it to my roommate, at least, to explain what the hell has happened to me.”
If she still lives in the apartment…

“Okay,” Min agrees. “Just, next time, tell me before making a decision like that?”

“Sorry. I only thought of it when I saw the exit.”

We pull up outside the building I used to call home. It looks… exactly the same as before. Like nothing’s changed.

Everything has changed for me. It’s almost shocking to discover that elsewhere in the world, life has been going on as usual.

I pay the driver with part of the money Rich left. A gust of wind cuts through my jacket. I shiver a little in the cold.

“Here goes nothing,” I tell Min. We walk into the lobby. The building does not have an elevator, so I lead Min to the stairs. I fill her in on what she doesn’t know as we climb.

“The night I met your brother is the same night my roommate got us evicted. I gave her the rent money, but she ended up spending it on drugs,” I finish with a grimace.

“What are we doing here, then?”

“Well, thanks to Rich, I pretty much disappeared without a trace. Abby might not have been the perfect roommate, but I think she still deserves to know what happened to me. We moved here from California together.”

“Do what you need to do,” Min says. “But if you say you got evicted, how are you going to find the girl?”

“I still have my belongings in the apartment. The landlord may have changed the locks, but he’s not cruel enough to have thrown out his tenant’s things.”
At least, I hope not
. “Worst comes to worst, I can leave a message for Abby with him.” I touch the locket at my chest. “There’s nothing inside the apartment I really need.”

I open the door to the hallway and go through after Min. There’s a smell of smoke in the air. Somebody has probably burned dinner.

When we’re in front of my door, I take out a key, take a deep breath, and try the lock.

It doesn’t budge.

I sigh. “So much for that.”

“Hold on.” Min steps in front of me and kneels down. She brushes her fingers against the wood. “There’s a new layer of paint here,” she says. “Only around the lock. And look! A door guard. Was that always there?”

“No,” I say.

“Looks like somebody forced their way in, then,” Min says. “They only put those guards on after there’s been a break in. Look around. The other doors don’t have them. Do you think it could have been your roommate?”

“Abby? No.” I shake my head. “She might be a little wild, but she would never break into an apartment.”

“Then, unless you believe in coincidences, I think some of your new friends have been here.”

I shiver. Suddenly, the empty hallway feels a lot more ominous. “I don’t know if coming here was such a good idea,” I whisper.

“Me neither,” Min agrees. “But we wouldn’t have known about this if we hadn’t.”

“If the landlord had time to fix the lock, it means the break in wasn’t recent. A day or two ago, at the earliest,” I say, trying to find comfort in the situation.

“Probably,” Min agrees. “But it means that we have to be more careful from now on.”

“Yes. Let’s get out of here. This place is giving me bad vibes.”

Chapter Four

The landlord lives in the building next to mine. Both properties are his.

“Are you sure about this?” Min asks right before we walk into the second building.

“I have to know what happened,” I answer. “And as much as I hate to admit it, I’m worried about Abby. What if she was inside when they broke in?”

“Even if you guys got evicted?” Min raises an eyebrow.

“Maybe she found some way to piece together enough for rent. I don’t know. But she relies on me for half. The least I can do is tell her I’m not coming back.”

Min considers me for a moment. “You really do love him, don’t you?”

I blink. “Excuse me?”

“To give up everything you have for my brother—to leave everything behind—takes real devotion.” She smiles. “He’s so lucky to have you. I’m lucky to call you my friend, too. But Rich? I don’t think he even realizes the extent of your love.”

“Well, we’re going to have to make him see things clearly then,” I say. “Right after I kill him for leaving us the way he did.”

Min laughs. “You’re not the only one who wants to wring his neck.”

“We’ll do it together,” I tell her. “But only after we rescue him from the biggest mistake of his life.”

She looks at the door. “Shall we get this over with, then?”

I nod and lead the way inside. The landlord lives on the ground floor. His apartment has the only set of double doors in the building.

I set my feet before them, take a deep breath, and knock.

Bang-bang-bang
.

There’s no answer. I look at Min, and raise my fist again. Just as my knuckles are about to strike the wood, the door opens.

A sleepy-eyed Abby appears in the doorway. For a second, I’m too shocked for words. Her golden hair is in a mess, and she’s wearing a huge, grey t-shirt that falls past her knees.

“Abby?” I stutter.

“Penelope?” Her eyes go wide in recognition. Without warning, she launches herself at me. I’m enveloped in a monstrous hug. She holds me so tight I can barely breathe. After a second, I notice she’s crying.

Gently, I ease her off. She dabs at her eyes to wipe away the trailing mascara.

“Never do that again!” she scolds. “Never disappear like that again, Penn! You hear me?
Never
!”

I’m taken aback by the intensity of her words. I never knew she cared so much. She certainly didn’t show it before.

“Abby, what are you doing here?” I ask.

“What am
I
doing here? What are
you
doing here, Penn? When I didn’t see you again after you left that night with the stranger, I thought you were mad at me at first. But then when you didn’t come back the next day, or the day after, I started to worry. You didn’t respond to my texts or my calls. I thought—I thought something bad had happened to you. Half the campus police force is out looking for you!”

“They are?”

“Of course they are, you idiot! I was the last person to see you, and I saw you leave with that guy. I told them everything I remembered when they came to ask me questions. They didn’t say it. But, I could tell: They thought you’d gotten yourself kidnapped—or worse!”

I give a weak smile. “Actually, that’s not so far from the truth.”

Abby shakes her head in disbelief. “Penn, I’ve been up day and night fretting about you. I know I pissed you off that night. I kept thinking, ‘If it wasn’t for me, she would have never left with that stranger…’ Oh my God!” she gasps, “And when they broke into our apartment and nearly torched the entire building, I didn’t know what to think!”

“What?” I exclaim. “Abby, slow down. Somebody almost burned down the building?”

“They started a fire in our apartment,” Abby says. “If it wasn’t for the new sprinklers they installed last summer, the whole building would be gone. Holy shit, but I can’t believe you’re actually here!” She wraps her arms around me in a second hug. When she lets go, she notices Min for the first time. “Who’s that?” she asks.

“This is Min,” I say. “The sister of the guy I left with that night.”

“Hi,” Min offers.

“His
sister
?” Abby asks, incredulous. “Jesus Christ, Penn. So he’s not a serial killer, then? I knew you were kidding when you said my suspicion wasn’t far from the truth. Where’s that hunk now?”

“I wasn’t kidding, Abby. His name is Richard. He’s the reason we’re here.”

Abby narrows her eyes. “This doesn’t make any sense,” she says. Then she hurries Min and me inside. “Come on, get in. Dave’s gone for another hour. I don’t like standing out here when there’ve been so many sketchy people around lately.”

--

I look around the living room of my former landlord’s apartment. I don’t need to ask Abby why she’s here. Not when she’s dressed the way she is. It’s obvious enough that she has followed through on the advice she’d given me last time we saw each other.

“You want a drink?” Abby asks.

“No,” Min and I answer in unison. We pause to look at each other. “We’re not staying long,” I finish.

Abby nods, then hops onto the futon. She curls her legs up under her. Min takes the armchair across from her, and I remain standing.

“The place looks clean,” I point out.

Abby laughs. “Yeah. Dave’s influence. If it weren’t for him, it’d probably look like our old apartment.” She pauses for a second. “Just kidding. Sort of. What you said to me that night really stuck, Penn. I’ve been trying to make myself better since. I got a job, and haven’t been out partying once.”

“And you and Dave…?”

“Stable,” she smiles. “We’ve been together since the night you left. He found me asleep in the hall outside our apartment and felt bad. He said I could crash here until I got myself together. I, um,
thanked
him that night.” She giggles. “He’s a good guy. Just what I need, in fact. Older, more mature, and definitely more experienced in the sack.” She winks at me. “Just like I told you.”

“That’s good, Abby. I can’t believe you remember our conversation. I thought you were blackout drunk.”

She gives me a significant look. “I know I might seem a little out of control sometimes. But I remember the important things, Penn. I’m not stupid.”

“I’m really happy things are working out for you, Abby,” I say.

“And I’m so relieved you’re alive! I know I’m not good at showing it, but I care about what happens to you. Really. You’re the first person I ever thought understood me. I’m sorry I was such a shitty roommate.”

“Everyone has their flaws,” I smile. “I don’t hold anything against you, Abby.”

Min clears her throat. “You said somebody started a fire?” she reminds us.

“Oh! Oh my God, yeah!” Abby says. “It happened two days ago. Just as the sun was setting. The fire alarms went off. Everybody had to evac. Lucky for me, I was in here with Dave. We ran outside, and I saw smoke coming from our—” she glances at me, “—old window. It wasn’t a large fire, thank God. The sprinklers put most of it out by the time the fire fighters got here. Dave was pissed, though. It took them like ten minutes to arrive.”

“Was anybody hurt?” I ask.

“No. We lucked out there, too. The firefighters told Dave it wasn’t an accident. They said somebody intentionally started the fire in our rooms. It didn’t make any sense to me, though. Dave was the only one who had the keys. I knew it couldn’t have been you.”

“Thanks for thinking so highly of me,” I say dryly.

Abby’s lips form a thin line. “I only considered the possibility for a moment because it meant you were still alive.”

“Did they find out who did it?” Min asks.

“No. But they know somebody kicked the door in. Dave let me look inside after the firefighters left. Whoever broke in didn’t touch any of my stuff. But Penn’s? They tore through everything. They piled all her clothes in the middle of her room and set fire to them. That’s where the smoke was coming from.”

“Holy fuck,” I mutter under my breath. I notice my nails are digging hard into my palm. I force my hand to relax before I draw blood.

“What’s more,” Abby continues, “there were two people asking about you the next day. They didn’t talk to me, but I heard about it from the neighbors. Dave finally called the cops on them. I saw them leave. One was a huge, scary looking man. His face was all busted like he’d just been in a fight.”

My breath catches. “Victor.”

Abby looks at me in surprise. “You know him?”

“It’s a long story.” I shake my head. “But yes. I know who you’re talking about. He’s not a friend. The other guy with him: Was he tall, skinny, and bald?”

Abby scrunches up her nose. “No. It was a woman. I didn’t get a good look at her. But from what I saw, she was beautiful. Her eyes were angry, though. And cold.”