Chapter 13

"So did you steal the cabin just as you stole the truck?".

"You're just full of so many questions today".

"I don't remember asking so many questions".

"So asking about my past doesn't pose a question?".

"It was just one question Sia, what the fuck is wrong with you?".

"Nothing. Stop being a nosy bitch Crinka and get out of the fucking truck".

Damn. I didn't mean to rile him up, but some things just can't be helped. The cabin is small and fairly okay. The kitchen was small, and I am surprised to see a mini fridge in there. Only one couch and a table make up the living room. There's a bed, a chest of drawers and a small wardrobe. It had a homey feeling and I have a feeling someone has lived here before. I hoped the small fridge was loaded. I couldn't shift with this collar on me and Sia doesn't trust me enough to take it off.

"I'd ask again. Did you steal the cabin?".

"No. Anita and I built this thing a few years back. It's not the best