Weber was suddenly standing between Nick and Jasmine. “Back off, Nicky,” he growled. “I can take care of myself,” Jasmine snarled at the cop’s back. “Oh really? Because from what I heard, so far today, it’s been breaking and entering, abducting dogs, and encountering a shooter.” Great. Riley was definitely going to jail. “We were running lines for a play,” Nick lied. “What play? How to Fuck Up Your Life and Everyone Else’s by Nicky Santiago?” Weber said. “Why didn’t I get an audition? I’m leading man material,” Griffin whined.
