Gary Wallace stared at the basement window they’d just jimmied open. The museum, still closed because of the murder, was dark and quiet. “Why can’t Maya just call the police?” “I told you, she’s got no proof. That’s why it’s up to us to get her out of trouble.” She hiked up her dress, knelt down, and crawled headfirst through the window. In the process, her dress rode high enough to show everyone her matching thong. “Hey, Lucy. The moon’s sure full tonight,” Curtis said with a snicker, earning a punch on the arm from Gary. “Enjoy the view, Curtis. It’s as close as you’re gonna get.” Lucy shook her butt at them before dropping down into the basement. Just as her feet disappeared from view, the sound of breaking glass reached the three teens standing by the museum’s foundation. Gary quickly knelt and peered through the window. “Lucy, you okay?” “Yeah, I’m cool,”
