Clockwise

  Chapter One

  CASEY

  Beginning of Summer Holidays

  Sometimes I just wished I were an only child. But then, I guess I’d be walking or taking transit instead of getting a lift from Tim in his Cavalier beater. He didn’t have air conditioning either, and the wind blowing in from our open windows was hot and moist. The humidity made me feel like I was wearing a warm wet washcloth for a shirt.

  “Can’t you drop me off first?” I said, fanning myself with my hand. I was meeting my best friend Lucinda at the mall where she worked at Forever21 and she only had a forty minute break. Plus, there was the added bonus of air conditioning there. Tim stubbornly refused, insisting that he had to stop at the ATM for some cash first.

  “I’m not your personal taxi service, Casey,” he snarled, turning the volume up on his stereo. The bass beat was so loud it rattled the trunk. “Get off your lazy butt and get your license already.”

  I gave him a dirty look and reached over to turn the music down. I had a very good reason for not getting my license, one I could never tell Tim or any member of my family. There were only three people, currently living, that knew the reason why. One of them was my boyfriend, Nate MacKenzie.

  My heart still fluttered a bit when I thought of him in those terms. My boyfriend. Not just some out of reach guy I crushed hard on my whole sophomore year who was totally out of my league, but my boyfriend.

  We’d already been an official couple for an entire year, totally blowing all the doomsday predictions that we’d never make it. No one thought a college boy would stick it out with a junior in high school (especially Nate’s former evil girlfriend!)

  But he did, and we were still going strong. I’d be entering my senior year in a few weeks and then I’d go to Boston University, too.

  “If you dropped me off first, you wouldn’t have to deal with me.” I tried to reason.

  “If I didn’t shuttle you around at all I wouldn’t have to deal with you.”

  The only reason he did was because my parents were putting the screws in. Tim’s bad attitude, questionable choice of friends and poor grades put him in their bad books. Driving me around was penance.

  Tim pulled into the parking lot of the bank and hopped out, leaving the car running. I reached over and turned it off. Idling the car was bad for the environment for one, and a waste of Tim’s hard earned minimum wage job money. You’d think he’d know better.

  I checked the time on my phone and grew anxious as Lucinda’s break time grew nearer. Tim had his back to me as he stood in line at the ATM window. I checked my reflection in the visor mirror. Since I’d grown out of my skinny awkwardness last year, (and of course, snagged a hot boyfriend) I was more mindful of my looks. Instead of trying to hide behind a bush of dark curly hair, I took care of it with hair products and good salon cuts. I was happy with the way my curls framed my face now. I took a tube of lip gloss out of my purse and rolled it onto my lips.

  I tugged on my shorts and rubbed my bare legs. They were so long, my knees almost touched the glove compartment. Height had its advantages, but getting comfortable in a small car wasn’t one of them.

  I turned the radio on and hummed along with the top forty. I daydreamed about me and Nate and how we could relax for the rest of the summer, hopefully stretching the lazy days out as long as possible.

  I checked the time on my phone and immediately started stressing about being late to meet Lucinda. C’mon, Tim! He was second in line now. I texted Lucinda to let her know I might be a little late.

  I heard sirens in the area and I perked up. This wasn’t the best neighborhood. The bank wasn’t huge, just tucked into a strip mall along with a nail place, a dollar store, and a thrift shop. Litter overflowed from the bin and a good amount had been blown up against the cement foundation.

  I checked on Tim. He’d finally made it to the front, the last one in line. If I’d known it was going to take him this long, I would’ve ran into the dollar store and picked up cheap nail polish.

  The siren noise grew increasingly louder and suddenly three cop cars pulled into the parking lot beside me. My heart jumped and I thought fleetingly that maybe Tim was in trouble with the law again, except that he was getting money out of the ATM, not robbing the bank.

  But someone was.

  Everything happened so fast.

  A guy with a ski mask pushed past Tim as he ran out the bank doors. A cop shouted, “stop or I’ll shoot.” Another masked man followed. Guns went off.

  I heard myself shout, “Tim!” He was right in the middle of the cross fire!

  He stood there, stunned and frozen. A police officer ran to him, pushing him to the ground, just as the second armed man shot in their direction. The officer fell to the ground taking the bullet instead of Tim.

  The robbers ran around the corner and out of sight, chased by police officers on foot and a cruiser down the back alley.

  I sprinted to Tim where he was on the ground by the fallen cop.

  “Are you okay?”

  His face was white and he motioned to the woman beside him. “Yeah, but I don’t think she is.”

  The officer moaned, holding her hand on her chest.

  “Oh, ma’am, are you okay?” I searched for blood but couldn’t see any.

  “I will be,” she said gasping for breath. “I have a vest on.”

  Another officer kneeled beside her. “Ambulance is on its way.”

  The woman had dark hair pulled back in a low bun. Her eyes stayed pinched together and her pale face glistened with sweat. The impact of the bullet was enough to do some damage. I picked up her police hat that had fallen off her head and handed it to her.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “Just doing my duty.”

  The ambulance arrived. The paramedics pushed us aside and lifted the woman onto a gurney.

  The cop who’d checked her pulse stepped forward from his opened door cruiser. Radio dispatch noises leaked out.

  I watched the ambulance pull away, siren blasting, and realized I didn’t know her name. I asked the officer standing beside me.

  “That’s Officer Clarice Porter,” he said. “Now, would you two mind coming with me to the station to file a report?”

  We agreed and I took my first ride in a police car. It was Tim’s second, the first was not for noble reasons. He still claimed it was his friend Alex and not him that had stolen the cigarettes from the convenience store.

  A thought like a loud banner ran through my mind as the doors of the police cruiser slammed shut and we drove away.

  Clarice Porter saved my brother’s life.