Putting it back where I found it, I exit her room and walk into the living room. I pull her cell, keys, and ID out of my back pocket and dump the stuff onto the countertop in the kitchen.
“I’m ready.” I hold out my hand to Gunner while he removes Sarah’s things from his.
“No,” I tell her truthfully. “I went through it when I brought you home from the party at the Lords.” I did more than just go through her stuff.
Her eyes drop to the floor, and her brows scrunch. “Last night … last night you said you’d show me what you did to me when I drank that stuff.” Her eyes snap back up to mine. “Did you place cameras in here that night too?”
“Yes.” She’ll never find them. Gunner and I were prepared to do our homework that night. We were here for well over two hours.
“How many?” she demands, get
