Book 3: Chapter 17 - I want justice.

　　　I'm halfway down the street, wondering how on earth I'm going to find the Spanish gang.

　　　If I do, what happens then? I beg for my parents back?

　　　What if the Spanish gang aren't the kidnappers?

　　　I exhale deeply, running my fingers down the space between my eyebrows to calm myself down. Whenever I was younger, Mum would stroke the exact same spot. It would calm me down instantly or make me fall asleep within minutes. I ached to have her affection back, no matter how old you get, you always need your mother.

　　　The roaring of a bike catches my attention and I instantly duck, hiding behind a large bin. The roaring increases until it's directly next to me and then I hear the engine cut off. Without looking, I already know who it is.

　　　"Ruby, come out."

　　　"Shit," I mutter under my breath. I clench my jaw angrily as I figure Woody blew me up to Uncle Tobias. I make a quick mental note to punch him as revenge the next time I see him.