I hide against the wall, peeking out to watch. The cameraman looks around, as if not to be caught, and then presses a button on his equipment. A memory card pops out, and he extends it to Elliot like he’s making a drug deal. Elliot puts it in his pocket and moves to his truck, grabbing the final vases to bring upstairs.
ive switched side because i started this hating elliot and im ending it hating ama
