“I don’t know, I found them in the closet of the woman who lives here. But I’m obsessed.” She did a twirl. “Don’t you love it? Especially whatever this hat is.”

“The hat is a ushanka,” Liam said as he strolled into the room. “Our downstairs neighbor is Russian.”

“Yeah, I got that.” I just stared at the three of them in disbelief. They all seemed perfectly calm despite the fact that there was a gaping hole in the ceiling, Sophie was wearing our neighbor’s clothes, and we were about to be caught red-handed. I hated Hunter Hunter mess arounds.

Chapter 9 – You Little Pervert

Friday

“We better get going,” Sophie said as she adjusted her ushanka. “We want to be fashionably late for the party, not so late that it’s over.”

I just stared at her. Was she joking right now? “Soph.”

“What?” she asked.

RJ moved the ladder out of the way and kicked the bean bag chair back in place under the hole. I guess to make sure if someone fell through they wouldn’t freaking die?

And Liam was just leaning against the doorframe staring at the space. He looked so comfortable and I didn’t understand how that could be possible when I was freaking out.

“Ready,” RJ said as he looked at the hole covered by the carpet one more time.

Did none of them understand that there was no party tonight? We had to fix this! If anyone found out about this, we’d be so freaking screwed. “You guys, we need to repair the ceiling. Now.”

“It’s nothing that can’t wait until later,” RJ said.

I shook my head. “No. Now.”

“Later.”

“RJ!”

“Scar.”

A moaning sound stopped my train of thought. “What is that?” I whispered. “Is the person who lives here banging someone right now?” Now we were breaking and entering and being voyeurs. Could it get any worse?

RJ laughed. “No.” He grabbed his phone. “I’m still logged in to your security cameras.” He tapped the screen a few times. “Looks like your parents are banging.” He held up his phone like I’d want to see that.

Good God no! I’d just had to ask if it could get any worse. I hit the phone out of his hand and it landed on the bean bag chair.

“Remember when Sophie wanted to tap that?” RJ asked with a laugh as he picked his phone back up. The moaning noises continued.

Sophie gagged in her borrowed fur coat.