Mr. and Mrs. Richardson stand there with their bodyguards looking ready to attack. The guy groans and runs away not bothering to look back. I gaze at the old couple dressed in heavy clothing.
"Hello, you too," I say sarcastically, giving them both a hug.
"Hello," Mr. Richardson says staring at me as if it's the first time we have met.
"It's hot here," Naomi says fanning herself making me chuckle.
"Of course it's hot. We are at the beach, in summer. Of course, it's going to be hot." I say laughing at Naomi's expression.
"Okay, smarty pants. But it's you who brought us here." She says and I look at her quizzically.
"I did?" I ask.
"Yes, can we go somewhere we can talk?" Naomi asks desperately and I can only nod.
"Let's get to my place, we can talk there," I say as they lead me towards their car. Minutes later we pull up at my house, unlocking the door and ushering them in. Their security guards come in too and start surveilling my house removing some wires behind some pictures I have and behind the bookshelf.
"What are those?" I ask not knowing what they are doing.
"These are microphones. The one who installed them here didn't do a good job hiding them though." One of the security guys tells me and I nod.
"But who put them there?" I ask rubbing my temple to ease the coming migraine.
"Your supposed friends," Mr. Richardson says as he takes a seat on one of my couches.
"I don't think so, you must be mistaken," I say not believing that Derrick and Sasha would do something like that.
"Think about it." One of the security guys says returning from the bedroom with more wires and my favorite brown bear that Sam got for me.
Could Derrick and Sasha do this? But why?
My mind suddenly remembers walking on Sasha one time while she was on a phone call talking about me. When I asked her who she was talking to she said that she was talking to her grandparents back in Ohio. Derrick had called me to check on the pie that I forgot to ever ask why the hell she was talking to her grandmother about me.
Another time I found Derrick snooping around my bedroom when he clearly said he wanted to go to the bathroom, when I asked him what he is doing there he said he had heard some noise in my bedroom that's why he came in to check. Back then I just shrugged it off.
"Ooh fuck... " I say taking a seat.
"That's the reason we're here," Mr. Richardson says calmly grabbing Naomi's hand in his.
"And how exactly did you find me?" I ask.
"We hired a private detective." Me. Richardson answers and I stand up abruptly.
"Calm down, we are not with Isabella. We come in peace." Naomi says and I look at them both looking for hostility, finding none I take my seat.
I feel my phone vibrating, checking it I see it's Derrick calling.
"They are calling right?" Naomi asks glaring at my phone and I just nod.
"Pick it up so they don't suspect anything," Naomi says and I pick it up.
"Hello," I say through the phone.
"Where are you, Kaylee?" Derrick asks in a demanding voice.
"My house," I say slowly.
"Ooh, I am coming right now." He says and I hear an engine roaring in the background.
"You don't have to," I assure him but he hangs up. I look back at the old couple who are looking back at me curiously.
