“She stole his money,” barked the guy Gabe was mentally calling “Biker.” “You’d better give it back, missy, or there’ll be hell to pay.”
“I didn’t take anything!” Hype wailed. “Joey probably took it—you know he comes looking for money all the time.”
“You’re gonna be that way? Fine.” Teddy-Bear-Ass sneered at her as he wiggled something out of his back pocket. It was a small bound book with a picture of Hello Kitty on it and a little lock that had obviously been broken open. “Give me my money or you’re never getting this back.”
“That’s my journal,” Hype shouted. “Give me back my journal, you asshole!” She grabbed for it but her brother just held it above his head, smiling at her like a school bully.
“She told you to give it back,” Jake said.
“This is none of your f*****g business,” Ted
