*Warning: there is swearing in this chapter*
"Did I kill Ava?" Ansley says, taking a step back and looking affronted. "That's what I said, isn't it?" I reply, my voice shaking a little bit. Ansley tilts her head. "You're kidding, right?" she says slowly. "No, I'm not," I tell her, gaining confidence. "You've been acting weird ever since we were questioned. I get that you might feel guilty that we barely knew Ava, but I don't think that's what's wrong. It's something else. Something you're not telling me. Or the police, for that matter." Ansley is quiet for a minute, making me think she is hiding something. "Where were you today?" she asks me suddenly. "I was at the hospital visiting Niall," I say. "The real question is where were you today?" Ansley whirls around and starts to walk away. I chase after her. "Ansley, stop! I want answers. Where were you?" Ansley stops, bats my hand off her arm, and fixes me with a glare. "I was at camp," she says tartly. "Smart kid camp. The camp that you couldn't get into if you tried." Her words sting, but I ignore it. We've never fought before, and I can't help but wonder if Ansley has always thought of me as dumb. "How dare you," I say. "I may not be as smart as you, and maybe that's a good thing. The I wouldn't know how to get away with murder!" She gasps and pushes me away. "Get the hell away from me!" she shouts. "Go back to your fucking smart kid camp!" I respond. "And don't bother ever talking to me again!" Ansley's eyes flash angrily. "Oh, don't worry," she says, her voice steely. "I won't." A policeman rushes over to us. "I know this is a lot of stress for you girls," he says calmly. "Your sister is dead. But right now you two need to stick together and help each other get through this. You're family." He puts a hand on my arm. I shake him off. "Fuck off," Ansley says through gritted teeth. I couldn't agree more. I stalk off in the direction of the cabins. Lacey comes running towards me, her black hair streaming behind her. "Ally, what happened? I heard shouts and it sounded like your voice," she cries. "I'm okay," I tell her. "It was just me and my sister fighting." She nods. "I heard about Ava." I take a deep breath. "They arrested Kat." Lacey's eyes widen. "They arrested Kat? But she was with me and Aubree today. There's no way she could have killed Ava!" She pulls out her phone. "I have to call Aubree so we can go to the police station together and get Kat out. I know she didn't do it!" I nod. "I didn't think she did either," I reply. When I told the officer Kat's name, I didn't think she would be arrested. It was sort of just to get back at her for all she did. Lacey is about to call Aubree when I say, "Wait. I think I know who did it." Lacey looks up, startled. "Who?" she says. "My sister, Ansley," I say. Lacey looks stunned. "Are you...sure?" she asks. "As sure as I can be," I respond. Lacey calls Aubree, who agrees to go down to the station and tell the police that Kat was with them all day. When Lacey gets off the phone, she pauses. "You should come with us, and tell them," she says. I consider this. "Maybe you're right," I reply. "I'll come." She nods and gives me a little smile. On the way to the station, Aubree says, "What if they don't believe she was with us?" Lacey shrugs. "They'll have to." Aubree nods, but a few minutes later, she pipes up again. "Wait! I have pictures of her from today!" Lacey sighs in relief. "Good," she says. "Evidence." It doesn't take too long to reach the police station. We all get out of the car and walk in. The woman at the front desk smiles kindly at us. "Can I help you?" she asks politely. "Can we talk to Officer Johnson?" I say, remembering the name of the officer we talked to earlier. The woman nods. "Of course. Sit down, he'll be right out." She goes to get him and we sit down anxiously. A minute later, Officer Johnson walks out. "How can I help you girls?" he asks, leading us to his office. "You arrested Kat Reynolds, right?" Lacey asks boldly. Officer Johnson nods. "Yes." Aubree continues saying, "We were with Kat all day. I have pictures, too." Officer Johnson looks up. "Pictures?" he says. "Can I see them?" Aubree nods, takes her phone out of her pocket, and shows Officer Johnson the pictures. "I'm going to need to take your phone from you for now, if that's okay," he says, studying the pictures carefully. Aubree nods. "That's fine." Officer Johnson stands up to leave, but I stop him. "No, wait please. I have to talk to you about my sister." Officer Johnson looks down at me sympathetically. "I'm sorry for your loss-" he starts to say but I cut him off. "No, my other sister," I say quickly. "I think she's...hiding something." Officer Johnson nods. "You're not the first person to come to me saying that," he says.