Chapter 3
The big house Jordan owned struck Dusty as pretentious. But he admitted, to himself anyway, it might be because he couldn’t stand the prick. Never could really, even before he found out he was a lying cheat.
The earth could open underneath Jordan’s feet and swallow him up and Dusty would applaud with glee. Not a nice thought, he guessed, but a sincere one.
Malcolm parked in the driveway and stared at the large mission-style house. The houses in the neighborhood glimmered with Christmas lights. Jordan’s house did not.
“He’s right, though. Most of the stuff he did pay for. He even bought me this car.”
“He doesn’t need it. Come on, let’s get your stuff.” Dusty opened the passenger door and waited for Malcolm to get out.
“What do I do about the laptop?” Malcolm asked as they ap
