“Did you guys hear that?” The laughter stopped. I paused, having only nudged the door an inch over. Was my cover already blown? “Fuck off, Sam. You’re just trying to scare us. I can see it on Marnie’s face. She’s laughing.” “If I wanted to scare you, Joey, I’d pull a Spencer Foxworth. You know, run up behind you and pull out a knife, just when it gets to a good jump scare.” Sam snickered. “That wasn’t cool,” Marnie said. “Eisley is so nice. He shouldn’t have done that to her.” Ah, yes. I’d heard about what that rich fuck had done. The cops had squashed that.
