[Dylan]
“Hey guys…do you mind going to the safe house?” Jack questioned as he popped his head through the sliding doors. Samara and I were seated on the couch, and I breathed in quickly as I jumped up.
“Why? What’s up?” I asked as casually as I could. This was all part of my master plan.
“I dropped off the supplies yesterday but…” Jack looked over his shoulder and then he lowered his voice. “But I didn’t do inventory and Grace is asking me about it,”
“So? Why not do it yourself?” I questioned. Samara stood up and I wrapped my arm around her waist. She had asked me what plans I had with the safe house, and I had given her some bullshit lies about making sure we had internet access and s**t. As far as I know, she believed me and had dropped the subject.
“I would, but I’m expected at the
