Chapter 17

After she hung up, she stared at her wrecked place, feeling all kinds of messed up. This was the crib she shared with Aurora, where she had a blast growing up before the Manners family found her. The cops rolled up to Katniss's house pretty quick. In their uniforms, they started poking around with serious looks on their faces.

"Man, this girl's got some bad luck, dealing with this crap so young," a rookie cop muttered.

"Yeah, looking at this mess, whoever did this was quick, but they probably left something behind," an older cop replied.

The cops checked every nook and cranny, snapping pics and bagging evidence. They inspected each trashed item, hunting for clues. "Anything on this note?" a female cop asked, pointing to a piece of paper on the floor.

"Let me see," an older cop bent down, reading it carefully, "Katniss, we won't let you go!' This ain't just some random threat." "Someone's got a serious beef with her," another cop said, frowning.

prints and started matching them with the database, trying to nail down who

to check the footage. Katniss saw Simon lugging a bucket of paint on the screen. Even though she

'em pay," the lead cop said firmly. They also told Katniss to lay low

the walls. The red paint was a total eyesore, screaming misery. "How much hate do you need

gratefully, "Isla, Owen, thanks for

gotta look out for each other," Owen said with a

rights," Isla said, holding Katniss's

eyes. She wasn't gonna take this lying down anymore. She was ready to make those jerks

carrying a big plastic bag, his eyes full of concern. "Nothing much, just a break-in. Some stuff got stolen," Katniss

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