Ethan slammed the trunk shut with a metallic thud.

“Look, Vanessa said it’s all handled,” Ethan said.

“I only got a quick look at that document on her phone,” I said.

“It looked very exclusive.

I need to know how many of your cousins to get ready for.”

Ethan rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Look, we’re keeping it small.”

“Small could mean fifty people or it could mean twenty,” I said.