Page 41 of Wyatt
The girls were giggling so much that it was hard to hear anything they were saying. In fact, it was beginning to be fucking annoying for all the women.
The first store the girls went into carried casual beachwear, surf attire, t-shirts, and sunscreen. The girls made snide comments about the clothing and how it wasn’t something they would be caught dead in.
The next store was actually a men’s store, carrying high-end suits, shirts, and other attire. The women frowned at one another, wondering why they would buy menswear.
“He’d like this,” said one of the girls, holding up a shirt.
“Maybe. I mean, it feels pretty dad-like. What is he? Twenty-one?”
“Twenty-two,” smirked the girl, sticking out her tongue. “He just graduated from college, and he’s already making millions.”
“That’s not suspicious at all,” said Ani under her breath. When the girls walked out of the store, they turned to see the older women behind them and sneered.
“Come on, I think the old ladies are following us,” said one of the girls.
“Old ladies?” repeated Kelsey. “Did she just say we were old ladies?”
“To them, we are,” said Ulani. “Wait here.”
The group of girls entered the last shop, a sleek women’s store with high-end fashion, bathing suits, dresses, shoes, even sunglasses. One of the girls picked up a pair of sunglasses and tried them on.
“How much are these?” she asked the saleswoman.
“Those are four-twenty,” said the woman, looking at the girl suspiciously.
“Oooh, a bargain! I’ll take them,” she said. She opened her purse and set down five crisp one-hundred-dollar bills. She spotted Ulani again and frowned at her.
“Hey, are you following us?” she asked.
“No. Sorry if I made you nervous. I’m staying here. Actually, your bag caught my eye. I have the same one in crocodile,” she lied.
“Seriously? Ugh! I have been wanting that one, but you have to be on a waitlist and actually go to France to get it. That’s my next stop as soon as I finish, um, I have a job to finish.”
“Wow, you’re really young to have a job that affords those opportunities,” she said, smiling. The girl just stared at her. “Ididn’t mean anything by that. It’s a great thing. Girl power and all that.”
“Girl power?” scoffed one of the girls. She looked at her friends and then waved for them to follow her. “So lame.”
Ulani knew that if she followed, the girls would become more suspicious. The shop manager smiled at her.
“Teenagers are tough to talk to,” she said. “Those girls come in here every week and buy something. Sunglasses, dresses, shoes, anything. Sometimes, I think they buy just to buy. Most of the time, they’re wearing things I can’t afford.”
“I noticed that,” said Ulani. “Do they always pay in cash?”
“Always.”
Another customer walked into the store, and the woman excused herself. Whatever those girls were doing, it involved a lot of cash and an older boyfriend who made a lot of money.
They found the guys in the restaurant enjoying a cold drink and a table full of appetizers. After leaving the boutique, Ani handed the valet a fifty and asked what kind of vehicle the girls were driving.
“Someone picked them up. He was in a G-Wagon.”
“A G-Wagon? That’s easily a hundred and fifty thousand,” she frowned.
“Easily,” laughed the valet. “That thing was outfitted with everything. Televisions screens with gaming consoles, coolers,heated massagers in the seats. Somebody’s daddy has some serious cash.”
“Okay, so we have a group of girls with a lot of cash, a boyfriend with some serious dough, and a serious dislike for anyone over the age of twenty,” frowned Wyatt. “What do we do now?”
“I say we stick to the plan of showing up at the pier on Monday.”
