"Hey... Frank."

"Price. Follow me"
Chloe followed Frank warily as he led her towards his RV.

He looks pretty rough.

Frank had dark circles under his eyes and a uneven ugly stubble. He looked like he hadn't slept since Chloe had last seen him.

The inside of his RV looked like Frank did. Newspaper clippings, old photos, and posters littered the floor.

Is this all because of what happened with Damon? Fuck... Frank I'm so sorry.

"How are you doing Frank?" Chloe stood in the doorway.

"Come in Price, then we'll talk."
That might not be such a good idea right now.
"Maybe... I'll stay here. No one's around... What's up?"

Frank sighed.
"Price... I know you still have Damon's money."

Shit I thought he had bought my lie. It's in my back packet right now from when I grabbed it out of the getaway bag.

"You know I couldn't find it in Drew's room. After Damon attacked him, I don't know what happened to it."

"I know you're lying." Frank eyed her.
"Chloe I had to kill my oldest friend because of you. Don't add to my shit pile."

Damn.
Frank looks exhausted.
"Tell me where it is... or we have a big problem."

What do I tell him? Looking around his RV for ideas... What a fucking mess.
Wait... what the hell?

One of photos on the floor looked like it had been torn from a newspaper... and it was a picture of the girl from Rachel's photo album.
Emma?

"What is that?"
Frank scowled.
"What is what?"
"That girl... in that photo... I've seen her before. Who is she?"
Frank's eyes followed Chloe's finger to the picture. His glare turned to stone.

"She's no one."
"No she's not... I've seen her before. You know about her don't you?"
"No. Don't ask."
"But..."
"Chloe you need to learn to keep your fucking nose out of other people's business ok? Now, how about getting me that money? Where the fuck is it?"

Uhhhh...
"It's back at my house... I can go get it for you tonight. I'll have to bring it back tomorrow."
By which time I should be in Seattle. If everything goes right.

Frank eyed her.
"I'll be here same time tomorrow. If you lie to me again Price, I'm coming for you."

"Jeez man... no need to go all evil drug lord on me. I'll be here tomorrow same time. Cool?"
"We're not cool. Tomorrow with the money, be there."
Frank tossed a hand at her.
"Get out of my sight."

Chloe took one last look around the trailer. No other obvious clues. Just that one photo of Emma.

Time to get the fuck out of here.
Chloe retreated from the mess in Frank's trailer.

Why the hell would Frank of all people know about Rachel's sister?

Stay on target Chloe. The Amber family can deal with its own shit.
You have a Max to save.

3/7/2009 9:42 PM
Messages:

Chloe Price: I'm leaving tonight at midnight. I'm going to break into my garage and hot wire my truck. I'll text you when I go.

Max Caulfield: (heart)
Max Caulfield: I'll stay up and wait for your text.
Max Caulfield: Plz don't get caught. Text me how it all goes.

Chloe Price: I won't. I will. Be there soon. Stay strong.

It took Chloe over an hour to walk back home from the junkyard. Night had fallen and the stars had come out in full.

All the lights at the house were out.
No one's... awake? God I hope.

If David is sleeping against my door again, I'm totally fucked. Hopefully they won't expect me to come home again so soon.

Sneak in through my window. No yells from David. I guess I'm in the clear. Grab my old backpack from school (fuck you school) and start shoving things into it.
Extra clothes.
Frank's money.
My cigs and small stash of weed.

Chloe paused and her heart thudded against her chest. A small picture of her and Rachel at the beach sitting on her table had caught her eye.
Rachel had her hands up in a peace sign and Chloe had her arms around her. Rachel's right hand disappeared out of the frame to hold the camera.

We look so carefree.

Rachel had written on the photo.
Xoxo
-R.A.

Chloe pulled out the photo album from her back pocket and compared the handwriting.

Love you sis.

It looked the same.
Did Rachel really have a sister she never told me about?
What else didn't she tell me?
Did I ever really know her at all?

Why didn't she trust me?

A small sound from the hall made Chloe jump. Gotta get out of here. I can't think about this shit right now.
She stuffed the photo album and the picture of Rachel into the bag.

That just left her laptop. She reached for it... and instead of packing it, she woke it up.

I know this is a bad idea but I need to know.

She pulled up a search bar.

Rachel Amber Sister.
Nothing.
Rachel Amber's social media profiles. Nothing Chloe hadn't seen before. No mention of any siblings.

Why does the Amber family never talk about her? There's not even a single picture of her in the house.

She tried Emma Amber. Nothing. Some girl in Washington. Not her.
Why would Frank know about her when no one else does?

Emma Dawn Amber Arcadia Bay.

(Searching...)

Oh god. Oh no. Oh god no.
Here she is.

Emma Dawn Amber (deceased)
Oh god.
Killed. A hit and run. Suspected drunk driving.
One accused suspect but all charges were dropped because there was insufficient evidence.

The accuser was James Amber.
The accused was Ryan Caulfield.

Oh god.

Update / tune up: I changed a few of the lines with Frank. Other than that, this scene flows pretty well when I read it.