Wondering if he was really asleep, Sadie quietly slipped out from under the covers and got up. She needed to keep it to only him who came after her and not the other four, at least not until she had a chance to get a head start.She went into the bathroom, shut the door and dressed, having purposefully left all her things in there. While she’d gotten ready for bed last night, she’d taken money from Calan’s bag and put it in hers. Carrying the duffel bag, she walked quiet as a cat to the stairs, glancing at Calan, who still slept, or pretended to sleep. Tiptoeing down the stairs, she heard snores from the couch. Owen. George was on the floor.On the main level, she searched through the darkness for Owen’s duffel bag. Seeing it along the end of the couch, right under his head, she inwardly cringed. Of course, it’d have to be right there. But the sounds of his snoring bolstered her courage. That and the fact that the bag was open.Slowly approaching, she looked behind her and up toward the loft.
