50. What Really Happened?
Early the next morning, I wake to my phone ringing. I groan. Who's calling me this early? I pick up my phone. I don't recognize the number, but I decide to answer it anyway. "Hello?" I say groggily. "Hi, is this Ally Sidheag?" a man asks cheerfully. "Yes it is," I say, sitting up in bed. "Who is this?" I rake my hand through my hair expectantly. "I'm Jake Stevens, and I'm the prosecutor in your sister's case. I was wondering if you could answer a few questions?" I'm suddenly wide awake. "You're prosecuting against Ansley?" I ask. "Yes," he replies. "So are you up for a few questions?" I look at my clock. It's only 7:32. "Um, maybe a little later?" I say hopefully. "You kind of woke me up." Jake chuckles. "Oh, I'm sorry, dear. Should I come to your camp and meet you at noon?" I sigh. "Sure, I guess that's fine," I tell Jake. "Great!" Jake chirps. "See you then!" He hangs up and I sigh again. Who hired a lawyer against Ansley already? Maybe Ava's foster parents. I dial Mrs. Martin's number and listen to it ring. On the last ring, a frazzled voice comes on the other end. "Hello? It's Ally," I say tentatively. "Oh, Ally! Bless your heart, turning in Ansley to the police!" Mrs. Martin exclaims. "Um," I say. "You did the right thing!" she screeches. I hold my phone away from my ear a bit. "Thanks, I guess. Um, I was just wondering if you got a lawyer. To prosecute against Ansley," I say hurriedly. "Yes, we did," Mrs. Martin replies. "Why? Did he speak to you? I'm hopeful we can win this case. There's so much proof against Ansley and Zayn. Ansley's prints were found at the scene, and a piece of Zayn's clothing was found there also. And of course there's the recording that you helped with...thank you for that by the way..." She keeps talking, but I stop listening. Ansley's prints found at the scene? I guess she did do it. Every bit of me wanted to believe that she didn't do it, but if there's proof...The reality of it slams into me, leaving me breathless. "Ally? Are you still there?" Mrs. Martin asks. "Yup," I say. "Thanks for your time. I actually have to go now." Mrs. Martin clucks her tongue. "Okay, dear," she says. "Thank you for calling! Call anytime!" I hang up quickly. Ansley is going to jail. The words spin around in my head. I still don't quite believe it. Ansley was always the perfect child. She was a teacher's pet every year without even trying. She won science fair two years in a row. She has a full ride to Yale. What could Ava do to Ansley that would make her want to throw her perfect life away? I ponder this for a while. Ansley doesn't get angry easily. She would always calm me down when I got mad. Ava must have done something horrible for Ansley to kill her. Unless she was bribed. I must come up with a thousand different theories, but all of them seem ridiculous. Ava had to have done something. And I'm going to find out what.