Phoebe's POV
"Jordan's not the real threat—it's whoever's backing him that we should worry about." Brittany's blunt words hit me like a slap, and I could see lan finally understanding just how deep we were in this mess.
"Wait, is that why Mr. Bailey didn't bring you along for the arrest?" lan's eyes widened as he stared at me, a mix of amazement and disbelief washing over his face. "Phoebe, he's completely head-over-heels for you!"
I felt my cheeks burn. Leave it to lan to kill the tension with one thoughtless comment.
Brittany caught my eye and threw a playful punch at my shoulder. "Well, well! We were scratching our heads wondering why we didn't spot Mr. Bailey at the entrance today. Turns out he'd already taken off."
I shot lan a withering look and ducked away from Brittany's fist. "Are we doing this or not?"
"Yes, yes! Car's rolling!" Brittany knew when to quit. She didn't push her teasing any further—a little fun was fine, but too much would blow up in her face.
