Vera was my only ticket to unraveling everything about Asher Brenton. She was a police intern before.
She could get any information about anyone within seconds. Armenia Police begged to have her in the station for how talented she was in tech and investigation. She helped me with my schoolwork reports all the time, the shock in Mr. Robert's eyes when he read my Shakespeare article was worth a whole portrait and a gram.
I was a whirlwind of emotions within wonderland, I was infuriated, frustrated, and determined.
I liked a good challenge.
She tied her hair in a bun and I zeroed in on the darker red hair underneath. "Wait, you dyed your hair?" I questioned, eyeing the tendrils that escaped from her frizzy hair.
"Yea, wanted a change. Now tell me about what you needed help with." My sister reminded me with her thoughtful grim heart-shaped face.
"So," I started, laying back on her tender brown couch that was my favorite thing about Vera's villa. "I want you to give me some details about a guy."
That appeared to capture her interest as she gripped the side of the couch and was about to hurl herself at me. It was because I never mentioned any guy to her.
"Who?"
Her devilishly bright gray eyes shimmered at me. She only enjoyed my gossip while she didn't have one her own.
Vera had always liked her own space, she was the type that defied our parents most of the time and she had that business mindset ever since she got addicted to her first little online tattoo project, followed by the fact that she made enough money to open her own shop and made her dream into reality.
"Asher Brenton-"
"Oh no, I can't reveal this type of information." Vera panicked before I could finish my sentence. My nerves skyrocketed as my brain tried to think about how dark his secrets could be.
A lost child, a murdered hidden wife, two moms, suicide scandals, a-
"Why? What is it?" I asked in a rush, the palpable tension made me wary as I met my oldest sister's round eyes.
I wanted to know so bad that I didn't notice that I grasped Vera's hand roughly, I loosened my grip.
She looked sideways anxiously before she lowered her head and said, "it has something to do about the confidentiality of Averly's accident."
Averly sounded familiar. I tried to rake my head around that name, but only images of a burning house came to my mind.
Oh, shit.
She was Averly Brenton. The twin of Asher Brenton. The one who got burned to death.
I gazed at my sister who solemnly nodded at me and I felt my mouth turn dry at the one-year-old news.
As I tried to link all of the dots together, the surging feeling that was in my heart coursed through my body when I came to the conclusion of why Asher was like that.
It was no coincidence that Asher would be cold-hearted to everyone. I never saw him interact with anyone his entire life. Ever since I was with him in Kindergarten and our parents had met.
The rationality clicked in my mind and I didn't feel lost. The victorious gusts of a clear mind and what I planned to do was what I got out of my sister.
"You're the best." I hugged her and she hugged back hesitantly, surprised at my burst of emotion.
"Don't get into that or you'll get locked up, alright?" She alerted when we pulled away and I nodded animatedly.
Sorry sister.
"Now let's go open the tattoo parlor and get you back to the house."
I smiled at her.