To escape her con-artist parents, their pet vulture, and a stack of unpaid bills, Clover makes a deal: she'll run one last scam, and her parents will sign her college financial aid form.
Deceiving teen misfits should be easy, but she doesn't expect to fall for one of her suckers. And she definitely doesn't count on his mom being a cop.
HEIST SOCIETY meets THE SERPENT KING
A neighbor left roadkill in our yard for Pistachio, so I step over the rotting remains of an opossum to get to my front door. After a long week at school and an even longer shift at the Gap, all I want is to curl up with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s.
Inside, candles litter every surface, from the coffee table to the decorative bumblebee shelf. The Mum’s psychedelic tapestry cordons off one corner of the room. Her voice bellows out, and I picture her staring into a $3 crystal ball.
“I see it. Your path. There’s a rustic gentleman with a pop of grey at his temple. He’s well-off, quite well-off, actually.”
I roll my eyes at my little brother Sage, who hops around with a hacky sack. We both know what’s coming next. The pause. The ominous vision. The probable curse. The Mum’s voice gets grave. I silently mouth the words with her.
“Oh dear, no. This isn’t good.”
Sage flips his hacky sack over his shoulder and laughs. His eyes widen, and he slaps a hand over his mouth.
I shake my head. He shouldn’t have to worry about being quiet.
Sage pulls the cash box from the armoire, and my face burns hot.
I step in front of him. “Give it to me.”
It may be too late for me, but I won’t them ruin my eight-year-old brother.