“Oh. Look who’s here,” whispered William when Taylor appeared in the kitchen.
“I’m seeing red,” she declared.
“The moon’s hit everyone except me tonight,” Will said, laughing.
“Sure! You’re loony year-round, you can take a day off, Cooper!”
Will put on a fake pout, but Taylor ignored it because she had another victim in mind.
“Do you understand? I said I’m pissed. At you.” James wasn’t perturbed in the least.
“Really?”
“You disgust me.” She attacked him.
“Okay.”
“You were supposed to come over yesterday.”
“Okay.”
“James!”
“How many times have I told you, don’t piss me off?”
“James, do you understand, or not?”
She whispered something, and James’s initially amused expression changed.
“My dad thought of you right away.” I saw him put down the glass of milk.
“Did he notice?”
“Yeah. And since there’s security footage that shows nobody came in other than the family and Tiffany, you and the maid are the only two who remain.”
“Well, maybe the old lady is a klepto,” he said, shrugging.
“Don’t be a smartass because there’s nothing to laugh at. My dad’s also mad because he saw that I snuck you in. Now he’s saying I won’t be able to go to Mexico!”
“What a shame,” commented Jackson, and William chuckled.
“Sorry, why?” James was serious.
“Because the first thing he did was check that nothing was missing in the cellar.”
“And?”
“What do you think? He thinks it was you because the maid would never steal a—”
“I didn’t steal it. You gave it to me,” interrupted James firmly.
“What are they talking about?” I whispered to Will, who was carefully following the conversation.
“Something Austin has. It looks like we’re in deep shit. Deeper than we thought.”
“Wanna come up?” asked Poppy, appearing at the doorway holding a tray of shots.
“I better get—”
