> “Hey, can I come over?” Jean texted.
I replied immediately.
> “Why?”
Almost instantly, she answered.
> “I have information on something you’ll need.”
I sent another text.
> “And I’m sure you’ll need something in return for it.”
> “It’s nothing you can’t do. So can I come over? We can talk in detail.”
I typed back:
> “I have someone over right now.”
Ethan was absorbed in his phone, smiling at whatever he was reading. I glanced at him and ignored the ping of my own curiosity.
The doorbell rang. I assumed it was Jean, but when I opened it, it was Theo.
“Hey. What’s up?” he muttered, distracted.
“Have you guys heard from Natalie?” He asked, my gaze met Ethan’s as we both avoided Theo's glance.
Theo frowned. “What’s that look?”
Ethan shrugged.
“We haven’t sp
