CHAPTER 21
“MAYBE IT WAS A FLUKE.”
Kennedy’s spine stiffened when she heard Dustin’s voice. There was a series of six short beeps, but Kennedy’s ears still rang even after the alarm fell silent.
“You don’t get flukes with a ten-grand security system,” Vinny grumbled.
“It might have been nothing.” Kennedy detected a sort of questioning hopefulness in Dustin’s tone. “Hey, where’d they go?”
Kennedy’s spine tingled as footsteps neared the bathroom, and she jumped a little when someone pounded on the door.
“We’re almost done,” Kennedy called out quickly, afraid they might barge in.
“Get outta there.” Vinny pounded on the door again. “Now.”
Somehow, he was less intimidating when she didn’t have to look at his face. “She’s not feeling well.” Kennedy opened the door a crack and slipped out
