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can make me out. Seems to think I’m a guy so that’s good I guess. Carl isn’t taking it well, all the extra attention at the warehouse and worrying what the cops might find out. He’s really crabby and Marcus is tiptoeing around him.’
    ‘Man, it’s all so weird. I really like Marcus.’ Tay let out a breath.
    ‘I know. I really like him too. I guess you can’t help who your family is, hey?’
    ‘Yeah. I guess it’s no different to finding out your dad is leaking information to the bad guys,’ said Tay.
    Jaz reached over and gripped his shoulder. ‘Hang on, your dad’s only doing that to protect you. I’m sure he’s working hard to find a way out. Imagine the pressure he’s under. He’s not a bad cop, Tay, you know that.’
    Tay eventually nodded and fell silent for a few minutes. ‘What about the bullets? Did they find them at the warehouse?’
    ‘I don’t know. They know there were two of us due to the shots in … um, Tommy.’ Jaz shivered at saying his name. She just couldn’t connect the nice Tommy she’d met to the one she’d ended up killing.
    ‘But they have nothing on me?’ said Tay, his voice straining.
    Jaz shook her head. They sat in silence until they reached the cemetery. ‘I’ll keep my ears open and I’ll let you know everything they find. Hopefully nothing can trace back to us.’
    ‘What if they find something, Jaz? Maybe someone saw my car?’
    ‘Unless they can put your car at that warehouse, then you were just driving past minding your own business. Besides, once they see you’re a cop’s son and just eighteen, they’ll dismiss it.’
    Who would think an eighteen year old capable of murder? Sure, there were some bad dangerous kids in gangs and stuff but once they saw squeaky clean Taylor they wouldn’t believe it. Even Jaz was struggling with the notion and she was a witness to both their crimes.
    Taylor turned off the motor and they got out, heading to her sister’s grave. The note was still safely in her hand and she hoped her sweaty palms wouldn’t ruin it. The first thing she did when they got there was to put the note inside the flower she’d left there last time.
    ‘What did you just do?’ Tay asked, his brow creased.
    ‘Why? What did it look like?’ She was curious. If Tay could tell, could others.
    ‘I don’t know. You were fiddling with the flower, but knowing you, you were up to something.’
    Jaz put her arm around Tay and leant in close. ‘I was leaving a little note for the Agency,’ she whispered.
    Taylor nodded. ‘Do you regret it, Jaz? Do you feel like you’re different now?’ His words were sad and devoid of emotion.
    But Jaz was packed full of emotion. It was accumulating like a pressure valve. Since the shooting, since Pakistan, since going back into the Sinclair house, she was holding in everything. In the safety of Tay’s arms the cracks began to weaken. A tear slipped out and down her cheek as she stared at the grassy ground. ‘I don’t know what I should feel or think anymore, Tay,’ she said as she began to tremble. ‘I look in the mirror and I see myself but I don’t see me, if you know what I mean? Something has changed. Inside I’m not the same.’ She bit her lip, trying to keep a grip on her tears. ‘I don’t know how to deal with the fear, or the nightmares, or the fact that I’m lying to Anna, and now I’ve brought you into this. The guilt is sometimes worse than the fear.’
    Lifting her head, she found understanding in Taylor’s blue eyes, which were glassy and red-rimmed.
    Tay wiped away her tears with his fingers while blinking back his own. ‘I’ve never seen you so upset, Jaz. I don’t like it,’ he said before his tears escaped. ‘But never doubt for a second who you are, Jaz, because Anna and I don’t. We know you. You are fearless, strong and our best friend. You fight for the underdog and we love that about you.’ Tay kissed her forehead and then enfolded her tightly in his arms in a hug that