My wrist had healed over the past six weeks, so that meant another six weeks had passed since one of our main pieces of evidence that proved that we haven't killed Courtney has been missing. For all we know it could've been used as firewood or maybe it was crushed to make sawdust? None of us know.
Currently Matt was out of town, he didn't exactly define why he was leaving but he would be gone for a good three weeks, I think it was a family affair… anyways it basically meant that I was boyfriendless until he returned.
Since Matt left, Courtney's grave had been dug up and all of the pieces that we had put in the casket back when we thought it was actually Ali - yep another shocker. The cops needed it to find out fingerprints or something like that, of course not admitting that the Rosewood cops are anything spectacular because I'd be telling a very, very big lie if that was so.
It wasn't always that I participated with the cops, but I thought it was incredibly disrespectful to dig up somebody's grave; I mean who would want to see the sight of a decaying body that's been like that for at least 6 months now, definitely not this girl here.
Since early this afternoon Jason and I had been trying to break the ice on where these things would be that had gone missing since the casket had gone missing, and since Jason was also a victim of A, I saw no reason against not trying.
Currently we were in some antique shop, according to the owner many things that were in here had some traces of being quite a few years old and possibly had some sentimental value, he didn't seem very enthusiastic when he told us about it, but I guess he doesn't get that many customers to this outdated cave that he calls a store.
"Are you sure it's hers?" Jason asked, we had stumbled upon an anklet
"Positive, it was the first thing I saw when I met her" I said, I quietened my voice, "Ali was jealous of this".
"How can this be used as evidence though, it's just what you see here" he shrugged, "That just proves that they both argued over it".
"This has to be it, unless anything else here comes in any use then this is what A wants" I said, "We could spend forever trying to look for something that's right in front of us".
"Wait a second" he said, pulling me to the side of the store.
"What?" I asked.
"Pretty much all of her things from that box was put in her casket, so surely if it's been dug up then all of the things must be at least around town" Jason said.
"Okay, so do we turn it into the cops?" I asked, "They'll just accuse me of something again".
"We can't just leave them here" he said.
"I'll get them if we find them all" I said, "I remember exactly what was in there, She put in that herself".
"Should I find it creepy you know all of it?" he asked.
"Yes, I had way too much spare time" I smiled, "But then again, where would you be without it?".
"You're so manipulative" he said.
"It's a gift" I smiled, I found nothing else; "I think that's it".
I bought the anklet and we headed out to another thrift store, we were going through what else was on the list of things in the casket. We ended up at another thrift store, ironic I know.
"A must think I'm an idiot" I sighed as I picked up a bunch of things, none of which were any help.
"Maybe that was the only one" Jason said.
"Okay well maybe that brain of theirs actually contains cells" I sighed as I looked at my phone, no messages from Matt – sad face .
"Some of them might have something on them "Jason shrugged.
"Keep talking" I said, he was obviously thinking he would be getting somewhere.
"Maybe there's blood on it, I can't guarantee them having the brains to remove their DNA but the rest of the things might have been cleaned or something".
We must've spent the next hour finding things, but only found another copy of the same anklet we picked up earlier. "This has to be some kind of joke" I muttered studying the piece of jewellery.
"I can tell that's a fake" He said, "She never stopped expressing how much she hated red" he averted his eyes back to the anklet; there was red stones on it.
"You know for a brother you seem to know a lot about her" I said, "Even Joe doesn't know what I hate, apart from know-it-all's".
"So Spencer?" He laughed.
"Spencer's actually nice once you get to know her" I said with a knowing look, "You know someone's probably gonna use that against you, with you two being related and all that", "And when I say know-it-all's I mean people that are stuck up and show off".
After yet another hour we decided to call it a day because it was getting us nowhere travelling around Rosewood like beggars. I got a text from my mom saying to go to the King James mall, when my dad and Joe were out of town me and my mom tended to have a good weekend together, like going shopping and all girly things like that, I liked it personally.
When I got there she was standing outside the store that I loathed the most since now having a boyfriend for 4 months.
Hollister.
Hollister, yep.
This was where all of the hot guys worked in Rosewood, and I used to love that store until me and Ali went in there one day that I do not want to recount, if you want to know the basics it turned out that we knew all of them, well Joe and Jason knew a few of them.
This was the way that Hollister worked; girls said they liked it cuz of the hot guys, guys said they enjoyed it as there were girls. Sad I know but wouldn't work be boring without some eye candy?