#Chapter138
Life is simple; then you have the Harpers
Oliver
After my confusing conversation with Nixon, life became chaotic. I didn’t speak to Conner, but sat in a jail cell with my dipshit cousins. We waited for our fathers to collect us.
Okay, let me backtrack to how we landed in jail. It started with Grand Theft Auto gone amiss.
I strolled home after my weird-ass chat with Uncle Nixon. Yeah, that conversation veered into left field. I changed my mind about going home and strode down the sidewalk. There’s nothing amiss with a stroll in the summertime. Well, sometimes, but not this time.
As I wandered, I overheard familiar voices. What the hell are the psycho twins up to now?
I discovered them standing besides a police car. Yeah, I don’t know what they had planned, but it’s never good.
/"What are you two planning?/" I interrupted Kayden and Jayden’s discussion.
