Brax and Heath charged into the Police Station.

Brax slammed his palms onto the counter. "Oi, I'm here for my sister."

Sergeant Marsh raised her head from the paperwork on her desk and moved to attend the counter. "There's never a dull moment with your family in town is there, Mr Braxton? Twice in one day, that must be a record."

"Look, I'm telling you. Whatever you think you've got on her, you've got it wrong."

"Unfortunately, you're the one that is mistaken, Mr Braxton."

Heath stepped forward. "What are you holding her on?"

"We're not holding her." Sergeant Marsh slid a document across the counter. "I just need her guardian to sign this."

"What?" Brax asked. "She can come home?"

"Mr Brown has already reached a deal with the council and considering he's paid for the repairs in full as well as generous compensation, they've agreed not to pursue the charges. As it's Ada's first offence, we're letting her off with a severe warning."

Brax and Heath stared at her with puzzled looks.

"Wait? What happened?" Brax asked with annoyance.

"Your sister and Jaxson Brown trashed a community centre up here in Yabby Creek."

"She what?!"

Sergeant Marsh looked at them intently. "I need you to both understand how serious this was. The repercussions could have been a lot worse. Trespassing, Breaking and Entering, Criminal Damage, these are crimes that carry a hefty punishment. I suggest you have a serious talk with your sister."

"Yeah, don't worry about it." Brax dismissed.

The door to the cells buzzed open and Ada emerged from behind it.

Panic washed over as she clocked Brax glowering at her. She glared at Heath accusingly.

"What?" Heath said. "He was with me when you called."

Brax scoffed. "Calling him, you thought you'd get away with it?"

Ada glanced nervously around the room.

Sergeant Marsh cleared her throat. "I still need a signature."

Brax turned back to the counter. "Yeah." He reached for the pen and signed. "I'm her guardian."

Sergeant Marsh addressed Ada. "You're free to go."

Brax nodded to the door. "Move."

Ada slunk out, Brax and Heath hot on her tail.


Ada stomped into the Braxton house. Heath strode after her, Brax followed behind him.

"Damn it, Ad!" Heath yelled. "You could've said on the phone you weren't in lock up for the gear!"

She swivelled around. "Yeah, because it's always a good idea to mention your other crimes in front of the coppers whilst your there!"

"You could have given us some warning at least before you went and did something else stupid!"

"Look, can we just not get into it right now? I'm tired and I want to go to bed."

Brax lobbed his yute keys across the room. They skimmed the kitchen table and crashed into the wall, making Ada jump.

"No, first!" Brax seethed. "First, you're gonna sit down and tell me what happened."

"Brax." Ada sighed.

"No, you better explain it to me!"

"It's not a big deal, alright? We can pay Jaxson back for the fine and it will all go away."

"We? We'll pay the fine?"

"No, I'll pay it." She corrected.

"With what, Ad? You think any of us have any cash lying around that isn't already going into Casey's lawyer's pocket?"

"I'll figure something."

"No, you'll do nothing except keep your nose clean and your head down." He stepped towards her. "You hear me?"

She swallowed and took a breath. "Yeah."

"What was going through your head?"

"I don't know, alright? I was angry."

"What did you think was going to happen?"

"I don't know! I was mad."

He groaned and turned away from her, shaking his head. After a moment, he turned back. He nodded towards the hallway. "Just go to bed."

Ada didn't meet his stare but turned and trudged down the hall.

Brax picked up a kitchen chair and hurled it at the wall with a growl. He stormed out of the room.


Marco rapped on the door.

Kyle opened it, wearing only the pair of sweatpants he had slept in. "Hey."

"You spoken to Ad this morning?"

"No, I think they're all wiped from the screaming match they had last night."

"Ad's home? They let her go?"

"Yeah."

"What? Where is she?"

Ada stepped into the kitchen. "I'm here."

Marco rushed over to Ada and checked her over. He took her hands in his.

"So, they let you go too?" She asked him.

"Yeah." He studied her face, as if looking for signs of harm. "What happened?"

"Nothing. They didn't find the package and they don't know I took it."

"Then why did they arrest you?"

She glanced away. Kyle, who hovered by the couch, kept his eyes focused on the floor.

Ada swallowed. "After I saw Brax and Heath yesterday, I was really angry. I took off up the coast. I broke in to a community centre and trashed the place."

Marco let go of her hands. "What?"

"Look, I know it was stupid. I just needed to blow off some steam."

"How'd you get up the coast?" Marco asked plainly, his lips forming a stern line on his face.

She took a breath. "I ran into Jaxson by the surf club, he could see I was upset so we went for a drive."

"You were with him?"

"Yeah."

Marco shook with anger. "He got you arrested."

"No! It was me. It was my idea."

"But he helped?"

"Marco."

"So, you got busted with him."

"Yes."

"Where is he?"

"I don't know. He got out before me yesterday."

Marco scoffed. "Of course he did! I bet his Daddy can afford a good lawyer." He walked away in disgust.

Ada leapt in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. "It's not like that!"

"Don't you get it, Ad? He was always gonna be fine but he didn't care whether you would be!"

"That's not true. Anyway, I might've well have been busted for hiding the gun that you bought here yesterday!"

Marco aggressive exhale. "That was your own stupid decision!"

She put a finger to his chest. "My stupid decision?" She yelled. "You could've gone away yesterday and you wouldn't have got out for months, maybe years!"

"Yeah, alright. I did. But me, on my own. I would never get you involved. Are you so dumb that you don't see that?!" Marco grabbed her hand threw it away.

"Hey." Kyle took a step between them and eyed Marco.

"Don't." Marco snapped at him. "Don't you dare."

"Oi!" Heath shouted from the doorway to the corridor. He pushed his way through them, spacing them apart, and perched on the kitchen table. "Do you two want to blue somewhere else?" He said, gesturing to Ada and Marco. "Some of us were trying to sleep, eh?"

Brax waded into the living room. "What's going on?" He asked, his glance bouncing between them.

"Nothing." Ada said, breaking the silence.

Brax nodded to Kyle. "Eh. I need you to come with me today, turn yourself in. Lawyer reckons if we act now, Casey's got a shot at getting out for the rest of the time he's got before his trial."

Kyle froze. "Now?"

"Yep."

"You knew it was coming, didn't ya?" Heath chimed in.

Kyle looked to Ada and then at the floor. He took a breath. "Yeah, all right." He walked down the corridor in search of some clothes. Brax followed behind him.

Marco sulked onto the couch. Ada strutted out the back door.

Heath stood up and sauntered over to Marco. He smacked in on the back of the head.

"Oi!" Marco cried.

"You idiot! Reckon you should go sort that out, eh!" Heath nodded towards the back door..

Marco scoffed.

"Alright, you big goose." Heath conceded. "Suit yourself."

Marco stewed.


Brax whisked around the empty restaurant, putting wine glasses on tables. Heath hovered in the walkway.

"So that's it?" Heath asked.

"Yeah." Brax said plainly.

"He just turned himself in, just like that? No big deal?"

"Yep."

"So Case is getting out?"

"The lawyer's on it. He's gonna call when he knows something."

Heath paused. "What about Kyle?"

Brax stopped putting the glasses on the table. "What about him?"

"We're just gonna leave in rotting in jail?"

Brax let out an exasperated sigh. "Yeah, maybe." He said sternly. "Why not?"

Heath eased off. "Alright."

Brax began fiddling with the place settings.

Heath turned to the doorway as a figure appeared.

"What the hell do you want?" He barked.

Brax looked up to see Jaxson lingering.

He stepped into the restaurant. "I just came to see, Ad."

"She's not here." Heath yelled. "And if you were smart, you wouldn't be either."

"Look, I'm sorry for what happened."

Heath lunged forward and grabbed hold of Jaxson by his t-shirt. He threw him down onto one of the tables, smashing the glasses and sending the cutlery flying. "You're sorry?" Heath growled, his teeth bared.

Jaxson struggled against his grip. "I didn't do anything, I promise. I tried to stop her, she wouldn't listen."

Heath held his grasp, keeping Jaxson pinned to the table. "My sister could've been in prison because of you."

Jaxson kicked his legs out, desperately trying to escape, to no avail.

"Heath." Brax said calmly.

Heath scowled at him but lifted Jaxson to his feet. He slowly released his hold.

Jaxson tried to catch his breath.

Brax sauntered over to the cash register and opened it. He took out a roll of cash held together with an elastic band and moved towards them. As he approached, Heath stepped back.

Brax thrust the money into Jaxson's chest. "That's for what you gave to the cops to get her out." He said plainly.

"It's okay." Jaxson said hurriedly. "It doesn't matter."

Brax took a step closer and glared at him.

Jaxson shifted uncomfortably.

Brax rubbed his nose with the back of his hand and sniffed. "I don't owe anyone, anything." He said firmly. "Now, get out of my restaurant."

Jaxson stuffed the money in his pocket and bolted out the door.

"Why did you stop me?" Heath complained. "The guy's a waste of space."

Brax turned to him. "You really think it was his idea to go up there? Ad was just along for the ride?"

"No, of course not." Heath sighed. "She's a Braxton."