He rubbed the back of his neck, his thumb tugging at his collar.

“Just go home before Mom sees you up there.

It’s only going to make a mess.”

“Did Walter leave me something to sign?”

“Look, that doesn’t matter,” Spencer said, his eyes flicking toward the garage entrance as a black sedan rolled past the security gate.

“Mom’s already worked up, and having you in the room is going to make it twenty times worse.”

“I’m going up, Spencer.”