"Yeah, Riley knows CY Club like the back of her hand. She must have guessed exactly where you hid the score, Mr. Hanks!"
"Once Riley gets back, I'm gonna congratulate her properly. That was way too smart!"
"Seriously impressive. Didn't you say there were a ton of passwords, Mr. Hanks?"
Scott didn't deny it. "There were some codes and puzzles, yes. I admit I'm curious myself how Riley moved so fast."
The codes weren't impossibly hard, but they weren't trivial either. He'd expected the fastest person to need at least half an hour.
"Easy fix—just ask her when she gets back!"
"By the way, anyone know where Miss Selina even is right now? Mr. Hanks, maybe you should tell her to stop trying? Otherwise, she'll be wandering around for three hours—how embarrassing."
Luke's face darkened. The smugness was getting to him.
