#Chapter Seven
"You better not let me catch you trying to enter your father's office again, Kitty," her mother said to her. "You know the things inside are evidence."
"Huh?"
Why was her mother saying this? She was just walking out of her room and ready to have breakfast with her mother. There were pieces of fresh bread on the kitchen table and some glasses of milk ready for drinking.
"I saw your YouTube watch history, and don't tell me someone else was checking how to pick locks. I don't want you inside his office, or you're grounded for life, you hear me?"
Crap, she totally forgot about that.
"I wasn't watching those videos so I could try and enter Dad's office," Kitty lied. "Lizzy lost the key to her safe and she needs the cash inside so we can go see a band we like."
"You and those two kids, always running off to some mall or concert. Do you think I print money?"
"I'm using the money I earned from my part-time jobs during the school break."
"And who put your food and drink on the table?"
"Yeah, but I'm not using that money to go have fun," she said even though she was no longer seeing her old friends anymore. She was better off anyway.
"Don't argue with me, Kitty. Do you want to get grounded?"
She forced herself not to roll her eyes. "No, Mom. I'm sorry," she said and sat down at the table to eat the bread. She was putting some butter on a piece of bread when some of it got onto her hands and she reached out for a piece of tissue. Just then, the doorbell rang and she looked between her hands and her mother. Her mother sighed and left her seat to open the door. She heard the door unlock and some bits and pieces of conversation before her mother returned to the table to put a parcel down on it.
"What did you buy?"
Kitty dropped her eyes down to the parcel and right smack on top of the label were some damning words. She took the parcel from the table and put it onto her lap. "Some cables."
"Well, open them. I've been running short lately."
"They're meant for me," Kitty said. She was definitely not letting her mother see what was inside that parcel.
"Oh, kids. You think they're all cute and fun until they actually grow up and start having their own opinions and wants," her mother said as she left the kitchen table. Minutes later, she heard her mother's bedroom door closing. She finished her breakfast and got up from the seat, returning to her bedroom as well.
When she was inside, she locked her door behind her and sat on her bed. Slicing the parcel open with one quick swipe of the letter opener, she emptied the contents out onto her bed.
It was a set of lock picking tools.