SSS 2 - Move the money

“I’m gonna get the money,” you say grimly.

Taytum takes that in. She grimaces.

“Can’t leave it out there,” you say helplessly.

She nods with a sigh. “You want me to come with you?”

“Like that?” You snort. No. she doesn’t need to put her wet clothes back on. “No. I got it. Just stay here and let me back in.” You don’t need her jumping in the shower with Bian and leaving you locked out.

She nods. You sigh and head back to the door, then head out. The covered walkways outside the rooms don’t offer much shelter; the wind is crazy and the water is getting everywhere. You jog to keep from freezing to ****, unlocking the car as you approach and hitting the button to open the back. You dart under it and climb into the cargo space, where you grab the old psychology textbook that has the money hidden in it. With the book under your arm, you run back to cover, close and lock the Traverse from there, and head back to the room.

Taytum is waiting for you.

“Is it there?” she asks worriedly.

You wait until the door is securely shut and the curtains are drawn before you open the textbook. The plastic bag containing the money is there.

“Thank god,” Taytum mutters. “I mean, there wasn’t any water in the back, but still. And I had this thought.”

“What thought?” you ask, putting the book on the desk and peeling off your clothes.

“That how could someone know? To hit our car? Someone must’ve talked,” she said.

“Nobody knows,” you reply with a shrug.

“Prez does.”

You snort. “You think that she sent someone to rob us?”

“No. I was thinking that the money would be gone. That she never hid it there in the first place, then set us up to get that broken window, then she’d blame us for losing it,” Taytum explains.

“Taytum, you’re drunk. Not everyone’s evil.”

“Prez is,” Taytum says with a little shrug.

Then she shivers. “Fuck this,” she mutters, hustling into the bathroom. You’re cold too, but you have to do something with the money.

Keep it close?

Or find a clever hiding spot?