GABRIEL
“Maybe we should ask Lance; he would know.”
“Ask Lance what?” I just came out of my room to find the two of them in the hallway whispering. Pop’s daughters didn’t even flinch when they turned to me, even though I was sure they’d just been caught up to some shit.
“Nothing, just this criminal justice game that he told us about.”
I gave them the squinty-eyed I don’t believe shit look, but they weren’t phased. “Don’t you know about it? It’s this thing where you help solve real crimes.”
“And you two are going to solve crimes.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying we’re stupid? DAD!” Nice cover; they both took off down the hall to complain to him; bring me up on some trumped up shit’s more like it.
