There was a knock at the door that made me jump.
“Hello?”
“It’s me, Eli, Aleks is making breakfast. How many pancakes do you want?”
Pancakes?
“Um, I’m okay with one.”
“Okay, I’ll go tell him. You want to come down when you’re ready?”
“Sure, I’ll be down in a few,” I replied. I wasn’t trying to sound suspicious, but I had a stinging feeling I had sounded suspicious. I figured Eli’s police intuitions could pick up on it. Eli seemed perfectly nice.
Which led me back to the text. The truth. Either the guys were shady, or Apollo or was, or both. Or maybe they all were. I figured today I would start getting texts from Olive or Bryon asking me where I was. Or worse. What my plan was.
I didn’t have a plan.
I didn’t text Apollo back. I got dressed and headed downstairs, where the men were
