Inheritance Of Secrets

Bridges

Wandering through the night alone was probably not my best idea. It was on the property but still kind of sketchy. Walking alone at night kind of seemed therapeutic. It was so quiet. Even in the quiet of the night my mind was still racing. I don't think it ever shut off. I wish it did.

As I walk on I hear a whisper and the footsteps of two people. No three people. Jameson, Avery and the persistent bodyguard Oren. If I was Oren I would be so over it right now.

I see the figure of Avery's head turn in my direction. I Am too far away to tell what her reaction is. I watch her lean into Jameson to whisper. She is most likely trying to figure out who other than Oren is trailing them.

"Annabelle," Jameson called out, "Is it you."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes before I yelled back, "No it's your non-existent father."

I sprint to catch up with the two of them. Jumping up and bobbing Jameson's head as I go past.

"Should I be concerned that you're happy?" He asks with a questionable look written on his face.

"Yes. I had like three energy drinks so I could finish all the homework I had this week." I smile at him giving them two thumbs up, "Time to search the babbling Brooke."

I can finally get a good look at Avery's face now that I'm closer. She is surprised by the fact that I am energetic. She has only really seen annoyed, sarcastic me.

I feel Jameson bump my shoulder before turning toward Avery, "Shall we turn our attention to the bridge, Heiress?"

The bridge had always been a special spot. It was where Tobias proposed to his wife. I remember running across the wooden bridge trying to beat Jameson somewhere. It was a very memory-harboured spot.

"Did your grandfather build this himself?" Avery asked Jameson. The more she learnt about things in their lives the more she thought she understood the old man. She didn't really. Every step he made was calculated and was ready to throw you off track. He was always one step ahead. He could always seem to manipulate the situation.

"I don't know if he built it." Jameson flashed a Cheshire Cat grin, his teeth glinting in the dark. "But if we're right about this, he almost certainly built something into it."

We all walked along the bridge. Jameson first then Me then Avery. I watched as Jameson trailed his fingers along the railing. His face looked so tense. I could see the possibilities going through his head. Where could there possibly be the answer?

"Any idea what we're looking for?" Avery asked. Jameson didn't look up and kept his fingers trailing along the handrail.

"We will know when we see it." I told her, "I guess that it's a number or symbol of some sort."

I could hear Jameson say so lightly, "Psychic Anna, psychic"

I watched as Avery pulled out her phone and turned on the torch. Her face lit up and I finally got a good read. Head tilted, right eye slightly squinted, and jaw tight. You are thinking about the puzzle. Not just this one but the puzzle of all the boys. The puzzle of Emily. You feel as though you need the answer. Need to know and control one thing. You don't want to pick but you just want to control something. You lost control ever since you got the money. That's why you told the press. You thought you would gain control. It sent you further down a dark tunnel.

I decided to follow by pulling out my torch and doing the same. I went to the other side of the bridge. I watched As I saw Jameson and Avery slowly inching closer to each other.