Rhett
Dan drove the pace of a snail down the driveway, away from the orphanage and the woman who had lied blatantly to our faces. I could almost see the cogs in his brain turn.
"What are you thinking?" I finally asked, the silence getting to me.
He looked back at Alana, the frustration on her face evident.
"I'm wondering if you're any good at breaking and entering." He finally said, picking up speed as we pulled into the main road.
Realisation dawned on me and I grinned like a village i***t. The idea was actually a decent one. My delinquent teenage years did teach me a few tricks, although I'm not proud of them.
In the nearby town, Dan rented us two rooms at a sketchy looking motel, telling me I'd be bunking with him and that there would be "no funny business"... like he
