The Return of Adrian Scott

Chapter 4

Adrian nodded, still in shock of what had just happened. 

  “Now get out of the car.” Ethan ordered, leaving Adrian on the side of the road before him and Dave drove off.

Adrian walked back home and by the time Adrian returned to the mansion, he was still shaking.

The image of the man they hit kept flashing in his head. He wanted to say something to someone but who would believe him? 

He was a nobody in this family. A lowly pawn that they used whenever it suited them.

He wondered how Ethan could just walk away from what he had done? The thought chilled him to the bone.

Adrian pushed the heavy oak door of the Sinclair mansion open and was immediately met by Evelyn.

She stood in the foyer, arms crossed across her chest, her foot tapping impatiently upon the marble floor.

"Where's Ethan? Why are you back alone?

 Adrian swallowed hard. "I—he took the car.". 

 He struggled with his nerves as he spoke. "I…I don't know where he went after that."

Evelyn's eyes flashed suspiciously at him. She walked closer like a predator hunting its prey "Is that so? Why do I feel you're hiding something?"

 "No, I'm not," Adrian quickly replied.

He tried to sound composed. "He and Dave wanted to go somewhere, that's all.

Evelyn pursed her lips. She wasn’t entirely convinced, but she decided to let it slide.

"Well, you're just as useless as I thought. Go and prepare my lunch.”

His heart was still racing in his chest as beads of sweat formed on his head. The guilt was eating away at him.

As he walked towards the kitchen, he heard someone coming into the house.

Turning around, he saw Ethan and Dave walking through the front door. Their faces were pale and it was easy to see that they were shaky.

Where did you two go?" Evelyn demanded as her eyes darted suspiciously between them.

  "None of your business," Ethan mumbled as he brushed past her.

Ethan’s appearance and the haunted look in his eyes made Adrian realize that Ethan was just as scared as he was.

As the day went on, Adrian’s worry only increased. He also noticed that they didn’t return to the mansion with the car. Did they get rid of it?

He wanted to scream at Ethan and make him take responsibility for what he had done, but he knew that wouldn’t work out well for him.

The Sinclairs always managed to twist things in their favor, and he was no match for their influence.

  The hours went by, and suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door.

  Ethan jerked slightly, and Adrian froze as Evelyn went to see who was at the door.

Two detectives stood in the doorway with serious expressions on their faces.

 Adrian’s heart sank. Had they found out about the accident and traced it back to them?

 The taller, darker man in his early forties with grey hair, stepped forward showing Evelyn his badge.

  “My name is Detective Hall. We're looking for Ethan Sinclair," he said, deep-voiced and authoritative. 

Evelyn raised her eyebrow. “Why are you looking for him?"

“He’s the prime suspect for a hit and run incident earlier this morning. Security cameras caught his car at the scene of the crime.” the  other detective explained.

Ethan swallowed hard. He didn’t think anyone had seen what happened.

Evelyn's eyes widened in shock, but she quickly masked her surprise with a calm expression.

  "There must be some mistake," she said smoothly. "My brother would never-

The detective brushed past her and entered the house.  "We need him to come with us immediately." 

  Adrian watched in fear as the detectives came into the living room.

Ethan and Dave froze as the detectives walked towards them.

 “Mr Ethan Sinclair?” The detective asked as he brought out his handcuffs.

  “Yes?” Ethan replied as he swallowed hard.

  “You’re under arrest for a hit and run incident at Windbury drive this morning”

  “What? What do you mean?I don't know anything about that!” Ethan tried to deny knowing anything about it but was quickly put in cuffs and read his rights.

At that moment, Gregory Sinclair showed up.   "What's going on! Where do you think you’re taking my son?" he thundered as he came down the stairs.