Life After Theft
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“You’re such a nerd. Why her?”
I could feel my face getting hot. “Well, you know . . . ’cause she’s hot. And black. And my car is hot, and black.”
Kimberlee smirked. “So you want to ride her all over town?”
“What? No, it’s a compliment! Like naming a boat! I just—it’s just a stupid . . . Forget I said anything. Can we just drop it now?”
“Whatever you say, Grand Wizard.”
I shook my head and started the car. She was just baiting me. Again. How did I keep walking into her traps?
“You drive like my grandma,” Kimberlee said after a few minutes of inching along.
“You think that’s an insult? Try harder.” I knew what this car could do. The first week I got it I took a trip to Vegas and made it from Phoenix to the Hoover Dam in just over two hours. My car is fast. And I admit, I roared into school moving pretty quick yesterday, but then I realized the kids here all drive like they’re on crack. Seriously. So after a near miss with a red Miata, I’d decided that slower was better.
At least until I got out of the parking lot.
Kimberlee pointed me down several streets, each wider and more stately than the last, until I pulled up in front of a huge white mansion.
“Whoa, sweet.” Our house was supernice, but this was the kind of house you see on the home-design shows my mom watches. The feature homes.
“Turn down that little road over there. It’ll take you to the beach,” Kimberlee said, clearly not impressed.
“Are you sure nobody’s going to arrest me for being here?” Because I was most definitely not sure.
“Nah. There’s a gate. I’ll tell you the code.”
I pulled onto the drive on the right side of the house and stopped next to a keypad.
“Eight-six-four-two-two, star.”
I punched in the numbers, then my finger hovered over the star. I closed my eyes and pushed, expecting flashing lights and cops with their guns drawn. I could almost hear the megaphone. Step out of your car with your hands up! But all I actually heard was the quiet whir of the gate sliding open. So far, so good.
The road sloped sharply before ending in a ten-space parking lot in front of a gorgeous white beach, surrounded on both sides by tall cliffs. “Whoa!” I said as I climbed out of my car, feeling more like I was on a movie set than what was essentially someone’s backyard.
Kimberlee glared at the foamy green waves. “You’ll excuse me if I don’t share your enthusiasm.”
“Why? ’Cause you died here?”
“Let’s just get to the cave.”
“You’re reading my mind.”
She stayed a few feet ahead of me as we trekked across the sand.
She didn’t leave footprints.
“This whole ghost thing is still freaking me out,” I said, my eyes fixed on her feet.
“Yeah,” she said without looking back. “Took me about a month to really get a handle on it, too.”
Great.
When we reached what looked like the face of a minicliff, she took two running steps and jumped, then basically floated into the cave.
I was stuck ten feet below. “You suck,” I shouted.
“Wimp. There are handholds all the way up. That’s how I did it when I was alive.”
I found a ledge for my foot and stepped up to reach for one with my arms. In a few seconds I had four limbs on little ledges and was sure I looked like a bug clinging to the wall for dear life—all of three feet above a sandy beach. I looked up to Kimberlee for help. She was staring out at the sea. A gust of wind made her skirt flutter suddenly, giving me an eyeful. I froze, lost my balance, and slid down the rock. Or, more accurately, fell sprawling into the sand.
“Perv,” Kimberlee said with a sinister laugh that made me remember that wind couldn’t touch her clothes. Only Kimberlee had any effect on Kimberlee’s clothes.
“Don’t do that again,” I said darkly. At least not while I’m clinging to the side of a cliff. Without looking at Kimberlee I started to climb again, more carefully this time. It took me about three tries and at least ten minutes, but I made it. I peered back down at the beach. The climb looked a lot shorter from up top. “Okay,” I said as I scrambled to my feet. “Where’s the stuff?”
She tilted her head to the back of the cave. I turned and blinked, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. When they finally did, my jaw dropped.
There must have been a hundred boxes stacked in the back of the cave, which was way deeper than I’d expected. “A few things? A few things! Are you insane?” My voice echoed through the cave, repeating my words back to me.
“Jeff . . .” Her voice was uncharacteristically quiet.
“This is ridiculous. You lied to me.”
“I did not.”
“No one in their right mind would ever classify this as ‘a few things.’ You lied to get me up here and hoped you could just flutter your eyes and it would be all better. Well, it’s not.” I backed away from the massive pile of boxes. “I’m not doing this.”
“Jeff . . .”
“I should call the cops,” I said as I backed away. No way could I return all this stuff on my own, not in any reasonable amount of time. “I’ll bet they could—”
“No!” Kimberlee shouted, running after me. “They’d just confiscate it all. Then I’d be stuck here forever! Jeff, please.”