“So your granddad was like, ‘As soon as I saw Enid across the room, I was taken aback by her beauty,’ and your grandma said, ‘As soon as I saw them, I knew I wanted him.’”
“Sorry, I’m not getting your point,” he says as he pulls up to the private driveway that leads to the Waverly Estate.
“Well, he said as soon as he saw her?—”
“Yeah, he was taken away by her beauty. I heard that.”
“And she said, ‘As soon as I sawthem.’ But who is them?”
“Him and his friends, right?”
“I don’t know. It was just weird how she said it. ‘As soon as I saw them, I knew I had to have him.’” I shrug. “I just want to see if I can find any photos. They said they’ve been documenting everything since they were young, and maybe there’ll be some photos from the party. And I mean, we can also continue down the list of suspects to see if we have any culprits.”
“You know what I was thinking?” he says as he parks.
“No. What?”
“I was thinking that you said Patrick was in the house.”
“He was.”
“And he was in the house when you arrived.”
“He was.”
“And obviously, I’m guessing you didn’t give him a key or let him in.”
“No. I already told you that.”
“No need to get an attitude, Gina. So then, who let him in?”
“Honestly, that’s what I’ve been wondering myself.” I stare at him and nod slowly.
“If we can figure out who let him in, we may figure out who the thief is.”
“You think?”
“Well, he was there for one of two reasons. One: he was there to woo you?—”
“Or he also could have been there to meet with your grandparents to try and get them to buy into one of his stupid business plans.”
“True. Or he was working with someone.”
“So then, if we find who he knows in the house, then we find the thief.” I nod slowly.
“Exactly.”
“So you believe it’s not me.”
“I mean… I hope it’s not you,” he whispers.
“Yeah. I hope it’s not me, as well,” I say, laughing and then shaking my head. “I mean, I know it’s not me.” I glare at him. “Sorry, I’ve had too many glasses of wine.”
“It’s okay,” he says as he jumps out of the car and then opens my door and lets me out. He takes my hand and walks me up to the front. “Can I walk you to your room?”
“You don’t have to do that. It’s not like?—”
“Do you want to walk me to my room?” he says, cutting me off.
