Chapter 132

Collin's POV

None of us said anything to each other until we have almost finished a pitcher of icy lemonade that Ester had prepared for us. The rest of the family were all sitted in the living room, awaiting our return eagerly. All eyes were on me, I had almost forgotten the supposed information is in my head and I need to spit it out. I sighed in resolve, dropping my glass.

"Can you all quit boring holes into my skin." I mused.

"Out with it already, Collin." Seth seem the most impatient.

I cleared my throat, "I know this might sound crazy, but this people are raiding the popular antique store near the park at exactly 1am today."

Everyone stared at me like I had grown two heads, I poured myself the last drop of lemonade sipping on it slowly. It tastes so good, I don't want it to finish.

Wayne burst into a fit of laughter, "are you sure you heard right, Collin? What would they do in an antique store?"

Patrick held my gaze, "do you really hear discussions done in whispers?"

"Yes,