Bitsy was already asleep when I got inside. Jon was on the couch holding tightly to his phone. "Are we keeping them?"

He knew me too well. Hell, maybe he didn't, because it had never occurred to him that I'd commit a felony for money. It was a good thing that he didn't know to what extent I'd go to in order to keep my siblings safe, or my sister's cat from suffering.

"I don't know how long Reed's good intentions will last, but we can keep them until he stops paying for ...