“Downstairs, the door shut and footsteps could be clearly heard on the hardwood floor. A low murmur of voices drifted up, the words inaudible.
“What are we going to do?” I whispered. Invisible we might be, but I still didn’t want to slink through the house with others around. It would also make leaving inconspicuously a problem.
Bastien frowned, apparently trying to discern the words below. “Those are all male voices. Not Dana. Come on.”
He grabbed my arm, and we crept out into the hallway where we could hear more clearly.
“You sure they aren’t coming home?” asked an anxious voice.
“Yup. They’ll be out ’til, like, midnight.”
“Cool.”
Bastien grinned at me. “Reese,” he breathed.
Reese. The son. The son who was supposed to be down the street at a friend’s house. That was better than Dana, but still disconcerting. I shot Bastien a questioning look. What’s he doing here? I mouthed.
Bastien shrugged by way of answer and gestured for me to follow him the rest of the way downstairs.
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