The next few days were slow, with brief meeting with Abby that included saying that they had found nothing other than big globs of it. Aya worked at Pete's shop, and actually began to enjoy her time there. She has yet to catch Jack in her room again, but she had no doubt that he had been in there. She found subtle changes when she got home, and only a few things missing. She says nothing about it to any one, not sure if it would be a considerably good idea or not.

Now, though, it is Wednesday at four thirty. "Ma'am?" Aya turns around to see the Mercer brothers, and her heart speeds up. "Ah, okay. My brother came here the other day when another chick was in charge."

"Abby?" Aya asks in a higher pitched voice, adding a slight accent to it. "Yes, she told me about you. Said you were looking for an accent like..." She pulls out her phone, looking through the messages. "Like this." She shows a leather jacket that Abby said looked entirely too much like hers, the only noticeable difference being that hers didn't have a small pink ribbon on it like the one in the shop. "You wanted to know who has bought tan colored leather jackets."

"Yes, if you wouldn't mind," Bobby says, and Aya bristles at his next words.. "Jackie here thinks that it's important to something about our sister. But we can't tell her or anything because she'd kill us." He laughs and Aya forces a smile. "So, can you help us?"

"Of course I can," Aya says. She knows where she got that leather from, and she sure as hell knows that no body has record of her buying it. Except maybe a security camera. She flips her hair over her shoulder and excuses herself, going to the storage room where they kept the books. She grabbed a few within the last four months. "All I'm allowed to let you see in within the last few months. No longer and no shorter than that. All the leather jackets we sold have been to... Wow, Pete doesn't sell much leather... He has only sold two jackets, and they have both been to males."

Bobby runs a hand through his hair. "So if she didn't buy it from here then where did she get it from?" He shakes his head. "Pete's and Nick's place have both been crossed off. Those were the only two."

"I guess we go try Nick again," Angel suggests. "He does like to talk after his first round of coffee."

"How can you be sure that she even bought it?" Aya asks, busying herself with another costumer. "For all you know, she stole it. Unless you've seen a receipt that's disappeared recently." She smiles at the customer and wishes her well. "I mean, she obviously doesn't want people to know about it."

"I don't know if she's a thief," Jack admits. "If she is, then there's no way we'll find a way to the gun either. She probably picked the crowbar up at a garage sale." Jeez, that's pretty accurate on the crowbar part. Aya wonders how to play this off. Her mouth is much faster than her head though.

"What do you think she's doing? Drug dealing?"

"She's been caught a few times," Bobby growls.

"I haven't ruled it out just yet," Jeremy says, picking up a pair of pants. "How much are these?"

"Look at the price tag," Aya says, almost letting her "voice" slip up. "Well, let me tell you, my juvenile days sound like hers. Steal things, drug dealing, and whatever else I think she's done. Foster kid?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Lucky guess. This sister of yours is probably doing more than petty drug dealing. If she hasn't told you, I don't think you should put yourselves in the equation. It complicates matters, and makes it harder to see the big picture when she's trying to hide it, but people ganging up on her, like her siblings, will make her desperate and she might do something that you will all regret."

Bobby takes this in before nodding. "We'll come back another day. Thanks for your help." Aya waves goodbye to them before leaning against the counter and sighing. She almost says something before she's tapped on the shoulder. She sees Jack with a black jacket in his hand.

"How much?" Aya checks him out quickly before seeing that it is only five o'clock.

"This shit is stressful."

Aya sighs as she enters the Mercer household through her window. She lays down on her bed and pulls out a book, pretending that she had gotten home late and decided to hang in her room. As if on perfect cue, her door slides open and Bobby looks inside her room with Jack and Angel not too far behind. "Hey, when'd you get home?"

"Not too long ago," Aya says, breathing a sigh. "I was a bit late getting home. Where were you?" She flips the page before cussing one of the characters as he had done something stupid.

"Just... Stuff," he says lamely.

"You are a terrible liar. Say, Jack, when do I get my basketball pen back?" Aya smirks as she sees him give an alarmed look. "I take inventory of my belongings. I'm not that stupid." They start to back away, but she isn't quite done. "Pete said he got a strange group in today. He was in his office, but he heard you were looking in the books. Looking for something in particular? I can help better than anyone he hires."

"Ah, no," Bobby says, the other two leaving him behind to save their own asses. Aya gives him a look. "Dinner will be ready in five minutes."

"Mhm," she says, digging her nose back into her book. She laughs after she leaves, finding it hilarious that she managed to play it off like she did. She wipes away tears at the corner of her eyes before getting up to go eat. "Hello, Mrs. Evelyn." Evelyn smiles at her.

"Quit calling me that. You're making me feel old," she says with a smile. Aya sits at the table where her plate is already made. She smiles gratefully at Evelyn, who she knows made it for her by the amount of food on the plate in an attempt to keep her here longer. "So, how was your day?"

"Well," Aya answers as her usual response blends in with the boys' alrights and okays. Evelyn smiles and looks at Aya.

"Aya, what'd you do in school?"

"Went actually," she answers. "I didn't do anything exciting if that's what you're asking." Aya looks at Jack, who doesn't seem to make eye contact with her. "Unless you've been told about the accident today."

"It wasn't an accident, Aya, and you know it," Jack says, glaring across the table. "He did it on purpose."

"It doesn't matter," she says. "He was being a dick, and dicks act like dicks because they think that they're a big dick. I'm used to it, Jack."

"That doesn't mean he gets to beat up on you, Aya!"

"You act as though he's some type of abusive boyfriend, Jack!" Aya stands up and slams her hands on the table. "How many times do I have to tell you to piss off before you get the idea? I can take care of it."

"Just as you're taking care of those things you do?"

Aya can't help it. She has to back down from the challenge. She wants to fight. She wants to piss Jack off. She wants them to know. But she can't fucking tell them. She growls, low in her throat before stalking away from the table. She ignores the calls for her to come back. "If you want me to take care of it, Jack... let me go missing for a week where you find a body that I purposely plant for you to find. You, Bobby, Angel, Jeremy... Even Eva if I wanted. Make you think I'm dead and do some Pretty Little Liars shit. Of course, if you want me to get it down a helluva lot quicker than I am now."

Jack sits in his room and strums his guitar. It's well into the night, and the last time anyone tried to talk to Aya, she threw a ball at them, specifically Bobby again in the other eye this time around. When he tried, she reached under her bed and pulled out a baseball bat. "Get. Out. Now." Her words and actions still slightly sting.

He hears something fall in her room, before a groan rises in the air. He hears her door open and Bobby's voice floats through under his door, which is right next to Aya's. He stays on his bed for a moment before making his way to his door, ready to overhear a conversation that probably isn't any of his damn business. "...I said that I'm fine."

"Doesn't mean you are," Jack hears Bobby say. "Look, I'm trying to be a good older brother, Aya. Humor me a bit."

"Fine," she says with a heavy sigh. "I'll fucking humor you. I dropped my ball that in which has made contact with both of your eyes, and I really don't want to talk to people. I hate what Jack did because it was a nice and kind gesture, fuck that it was the right thing to do. I hate that Evelyn felt the need to bring it up, because I have it under control. Everything is under control."

"And what about the things you do that you haven't told anyone about?" Jack holds his breath, listening closely for this part. He hears her growl. "Don't growl at me. You aren't a bitch."

"Well, if you mean a dog, then no. If you mean the other bitch, then yes," she says, being a smartass. "Alright, fine. Let's do a bit of roleplaying here. You're eight and you see your mother die in front of you over a bit of money. What would you do?" Bobby doesn't say anything for a while. "Okay, new information. Your mother is, and God forbid this ever happen to that old lady, Evelyn."

"Kill anyone I have to," he then answers. "Get back at the guy who did it and tore my family apart by doing so."

"Exactly, Mercer. Now get out of my room." Jack hold his lets out his breath as he clicks the pieces together to form a picture. More like a bigger picture, but he ignores that thought. He looks at someone he snagged from her room and sighs.

"They've taken your mother and your lover, girl," he whispers, twirling her old promise ring in his hands.