Chapter 4
Destiny and I headed toward the store’s exit, both of us carrying bags full of groceries. I glanced at a flyer hanging on a bulletin board by the automatic doors leading to the parking lot. “MISSING: Joey Potter” was printed on the sign. I stopped and stared as I saw a suspicious-looking man slowly approach the flyer. He looked exactly like the photograph of Joey Potter on the flyer.
Destiny and I watched him curiously as he looked around to see if anyone was watching him. His eyes met with mine. He winked at me and raised one finger to his lips, whispering, “Shh.” I felt a chill go down my spine. He tore the sign off of the board and crumpled it into a ball, tossing it into the ground and exiting the store casually.
“Weird,” we said in unison.
I sat on the couch, watching TV. Destiny walked past me to the kitchen. “Hey, Destiny,” I called. “Make me a sandwich?”
“No,” she said.
I turned to Sunny, who was sitting beside me. “Hey, Sunny. Make me a sandwich?”
“No, she said.
“Hey, Sunny. Make me a sandwich?” I repeated.
“No.”
“Please?”
“Fine,” she sighed. She got up and headed for the kitchen.
“Cut it in four triangles,” I said. “And cut the crust off.”
“Why?” she asked.
“That’s how Sandra makes it for me.”
Sunny returned with my sandwich, crustless and cut in triangles, just as requested. I glanced out the window. An unexpected scene was taking place just outside my house. Sunny, Destiny and I went to the window to get a better view. A tall, skinny man with a goatee and a baseball cap was running down the road. A group of policemen followed behind. They tackled him to the ground.
It was Joey Potter. 424Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL3uN872EP8
