Scout was quiet, though.
“Find anything?” I called out.
“Not sure, hold on,” he said.
That got my attention. “You need me?”
“Not yet but keep an ear out.”
I found a makeup bag that was thrown across the room, its contents scattered all along the floor. I dipped down and picked the little plastic containers of things up, not really understanding what most of it was.
I looked at one particular bottle as I wrinkled my nose.
The fuck was primer?
Like the shit I put on my bike before I touched up paint?
“Ghost!”
Scout called out for me, and I shoved the bottle into the makeup bag. I zipped it up, tossed it into the suitcase, and went flying out to Scout.
I noticed him standing in the living room with a laptop in his hand.
“Think I found what they were looking for,” he said as he swiveled the laptop to face me.
I saw the law firm’s logo emblazoned right on the top of it.
“Her work laptop,” I said as I walked over to him. “Where did you find it?”
“It was under the fucking fridge, Ghost.”
I furrowed my brow. “What?”
He tossed me the laptop. “Under. Her fridge. Are you sure she doesn’t know more than she’s letting on? Because why the hell would she just put her laptop under a fridge?”
I didn’t have an answer for that, but there had to be an explanation. “I’ll ask her when we get back.”
Scout placed his hands on his hips. “What are the chances that she’s?—”
My eyes snapped to him. “I dare you to finish that statement.”
Scout studied me for a while. “Don’t let her get under your skin.”
“I’m not,” I said as I started back to her room.
“You are,” he called after me. “And if she’s a plant of some sort, or she knows more than she’s letting on, you’re already too biased to see it.”
I growled as I shoved the laptop into the suitcase before zipping it up. I walked over to her dresser and opened up the compartments, scooping out a handful from each drawer. She had a drawer for underwear, a drawer for socks, a drawer for these little tank-top things, a drawer for shorts, and a drawer for sweatpants.
I just grabbed a handful of each, shoving them into the other suitcase, and zipped that up as well.
I was ready to get the fuck out of there.
Because Jaz and I needed to talk.
“Should we take some of this food that’s going to spoil?” Scout asked as I charged out of the bedroom with the three suitcases in tow.
“What?” I snapped.
