The boys, true to their words yesterday, did went in the Sawyers’ house to interrogate a certain someone. But as if the luck wasn’t on their side, their question and answer portion was useless.
“How many times should we ask you the same question?” Lucas asked, irritated with how Christopher answered them, which, to their dismay, wasn’t the answers they’re looking for.
“And how many times should I say the same answer.” Christopher said, rolling his eyes as he took a sip of his soda. “We met by accident and I feel guilty.” That’s half of the truth anyway.
Deciding to cut off the other detail, he told them the brief summary of how he met her, changing it into quickly leaving without talking to her to really express his gratitude. I don’t know why but I don’t want to share it to them yet. I
