"And before you leave," Clay continued, "put back every single item you pulled off those shelves. Exactly where you found them."
I looked at Owen's cart, heaped with a chaotic mountain of goods, and couldn't hold back a laugh.
Sorting through that mess and returning everything to its proper place would take at least three hours.
I checked my watch. Four hours until the heat hit.
Owen wouldn't have time to prepare a thing.
"Fine! We'll put it back!"
Lesley planted her hands on her hips, craned her neck at Clay, and screamed at the top of her lungs.
Owen scrambled behind her, yanking at her clothes, trying desperately to shut her up. It didn't work.
So Lesley's stupidity wasn't an act after all.
But Owen still had a shred of sense left. He shoved Lesley behind him, pointed at the cart full of goods, and ground out through clenched teeth—
"Fine! I'll put all this stuff back! It's just a bunch of snacks—big deal!"
He pulled out a fistful of receipts and waved them in my face.
"I already bought a ton of fans and air conditioners from HomeStyle Plaza downstairs. With all that, we'll ride out the heatwave in total comfort!"
The second the words left Owen's mouth, Clay let out a cold laugh.