Miles' POV Miles pulled into the driveway, jamming his brakes harder than the neighbors had ever noticed, because he was always a slow, neighborhood-watch-pace driver. The house door never shut behind him after he entered. Sebastian, mouth filled with Cheerios; Honey Nut; frozen before her could swallow, eyes fixed on his father."Where is Daniel?" Miles asked *Gulp*, Cheerios soaked in cow's milk slid down Sebastian's esophagus. "He is in his room, Dad?" he saidWithout saying another word, Mr. Whitman went straight to the shower, showered, got dressed, and bathed in his most expensive perfume; then, with a straight face, he headed straight to Daniel's room."You want to explain yourself, or should I guess?" He said sternlyDad, what are you doing here? You texted that you wouldn't be home tonight. Daniel responded "What's this?" He reached out his arm, projecting a video that was streaming in the GroupMe faculty room group chat of him sitting outside the fence after the match, e

Dane's POV The second officer turned around, blinding Rebecca before she could see what was happening, his flashlight waving like a banner."Can we help you, ma'am?" He asked Rebecca "I'm a friend of the family." She said, primal and undeterred; chin up, not a flicker of nerves showing anywhere on her face."Bit late for a family visit. Don't you think?""My friend here just got out of the hospital. I came to check on him. Plus I came to join the pa-" "Rebecca! No-! Dane and Jessica immediately barged into the conversation. "Yes. We were expecting her as well. We all had planned to gather here, and she had some assignments; we had to come here without her." Dane said, while Jessica nodded, looking from Dane to the officers through the full statement.Rebecca nodded past the officer toward Dane - as he made way for her; calm as anything. "Didn't realize I'd be walking into a whole interrogation session." She smirked and chuckled. The first officer, the one Jessica had already half-