No, but someone's got to go.

You give the distraught girl your best smile. "It's a big place June, I'm sure there's enough room for all of us."

"Well yeah, but it's your house. We've been living in it rent free like we own the place when we're really just squatters."

"But you didn't know! Your stepdad swindled me out of the house and now I'm taking it back, but I don't see why I'd kick you and your mom out."

June doesn't see why you wouldn't, so you turn to your sister for help. She knows just what to say. "My br- my boyfriend is always generous to people he likes, June. You're his friend and he wants you to stay."

June nods slowly and wipes at her eyes. "And my mom?"

"We haven't met her, but if you care enough about her to ask she can't be as bad as her husband. Ryan wouldn't punish her for his crimes, right dear?" Sarah passes the ball back to you with a wink.

You grin as you realize what she's getting at. "I don't believe in guilt by association, and I wouldn't want to separate you from your mother. Why don't you just introduce us so I can see what kind of person she is?"

"Okay! You won't regret this Ryan!" Her mood instantly improved, June grabs your hand and hurries you to the large front door.

After unlocking the door with the keys June gave you, it opens to reveal a sizable main hall. The hall is dominated by a wide set of stairs to the second floor and its walls are lined with double doors. June leads you through the nearest set of doors into a short secondary hallway. It leads to several more doors, one of which June opens to let you into an exercise room filled with expensive-looking workout equipment.

Two yoga mats are spread out on the floor between the machines, and staring back at you from one of them is a woman you presume to be June's mother. Your first impression of Mrs Hathawer is that she's a stereotypical trophy wife. Perfectly styled peroxide-blonde hair, large breasts that are barely contained by her sports bra, trim stomach with an almost hourglass figure. Her lower half is encased in a pair of yoga pants that match her daughter's, but unlike June it appears she has something on under them; you can see the faint outline of a thong through the stretched elastic.

Forcing your eyes back up to her face, you can tell she's had some work done here too. The same nose as June, inflated lips, augmented cheek bones, the works. Meanwhile, she's been inspecting you too. "Is this your friend Ryan?" she asks, not even addressing you even though she's looking right at you, You don't like the emphasis she put on 'friend' either.

It seems June doesn't like it either. "Yes mother, the one who picked me up at the police station. And you might want to be a tad more polite, because the camaro isn't the only property daddy stole from him."

"That really isn't my concern," Mrs Hathawer says dismissively. "Whatever it is, he's welcome to take it back. I'm not going going to stop him."

"I think you're going to want to," you butt in. "Because the property in question is this one. I own the building you live in."