Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)

by Penelope Douglas

“When everyone grows up and realizes they’re nothing,” he continued. “I’ll laugh and celebrate then. Or when they finally get arrested for all the dumb shit they pull.” “Some brother you are.” He shrugged, but I smiled a little. He might not be so bad, after all. And I understood where he was coming from. I wouldn’t cry if my brother got into a little trouble. In the distance, Will took out a cell phone as he stepped into the hangout, looking like he was filming a couple of the guys rough housing. “That is true, though, isn’t it?” I thought out loud. “About the risk of getting arrested, I mean. They film everything with that phone. It’s pretty careless.” Trevor followed my gaze, everyone knowing that the Horsemen recorded their escapades. There was proof of all the petty crimes and pranks they’d pulled. “If anyone had half a mind to,” I went on, “there would be no way to ignore their behavior if someone shared those videos in the right place, you know? Can you imagine the embarrassment?” The places they’d robbed? Vandalized? The underage girls—maybe guys, too—or hey, maybe there were even married women on that phone. The town would go crazy.