"Where do you think Ethan can hide the money?" I shrieked like a hyena so that he would be able to hear me. Sean's replying 'huh?' didn't make me feel better. "Game plan!" I barked, again.
"I suspect that he has hidden it somewhere in the kitchen. He was lingering for too long," he let me know in a contemplative voice. I nodded.
"Try out the garage as well. I saw him there when I was getting out of my car." I tried to add to the list.
"She's going to win this," he groaned. "I really need the money!"
"What the fuck for?" I asked him. The boy earned enough from Anthony and from the tuition fees that his father paid to the fake school he was supposed to study in and what had happened to all the money he had stolen from the bank a few years ago?
