Caleb
The initial shuffling and scraping ceased as we sat down around the small battered desk. The torn leather chair made a rude noise, similar to a whoopee cushion as Aaron pressed all his weight down onto it.
He glanced around with wide-eyed innocence as all eyes snapped to him accusingly.
“It wasn’t a fart. My ass squeezed the air through the rip in the leather. Here, if you don’t believe me.” He stood up and sat back down again. The noise wasn’t as loud the second time around, but it was enough to vindicate him.
Neal slid what I recognized to be, Ruby’s phone, over the table towards Aiden. “You’ll be surprised to know that the call and the texts were made from two separate numbers. One being an unregistered mobile device,” he informed, looking between all three of us.
“Separate?”
