"Wow. Luke fuckin' spoiled this cat. Look at how fat it is! How do you even get a cat this fat?!" Jon was looking down at Luke's cat with a concerning amount of surprise. "It looks like a fluffy sausage!"

"Have you never seen a fat cat before?" Bryce picked her up, petting the cat gently.

"Not this fat! Hey, what's the cat's name?" Jon tried to pet her, but she hissed and jumped out of Bryce's arms.

"Guys! The cat's name doesn't matter! We have something to do!" Ryan gestured to the closet, glaring at the two of them.

"Oh! You finally came out of the closet, Ohm! I'm so proud of you!" Jon laughed, coming over to Ryan and patting his back.

"What? Wait, no! It's not like that, you dumbasses!"

Bryce giggles, coming over to Ryan and hugging him tightly. "It's okay, Ohm! We'll support you either way!"

Ryan felt himself blush as he shoved the two off of him.

"Can you guys fuckin' not? We have a job to do!"

Bryce giggled again. Jon nodded, and began to search the closet.

What the three (apparently) failed to realize, Ryan noticed, was that Luke could probably qualify as a shoe hoarder. There were shoeboxes and shoes scattered everywhere, along with papers and cat toys. Most of his clothes were gone, and the clothes that were left behind looked like they hadn't been touched in forever.

"Woah. How the fuck are we supposed to find the box he's asking for? There's like... At least twenty boxes in here!" Jon frowned upon seeing the mess.

"Well... He said a red box. There's only so many red ones, so it shouldn't be that hard!" Bryce pushed past Ryan and began to dig through the mess.

"Yeah. I guess you're right." Jon sighed quietly, then joined Bryce in the search.

It was Jon, who stood up with a yelp, raising a bright red shoebox above his head. Ryan was glad someone broke the silence.

"Oh gosh! You found it? Good job!" Bryce quickly stands up, scrambling out of the closet space and taking the box from Jon's hands.

"How do you know that this is the box he's talking about?" Ryan looked over at Bryce and Jon, who had opened the box and were going through its contents.

Should they even be going through the box? Probably not, Ryan thought.

"Well, there's some... interesting stuff in here. I don't think Aunt Jen would like this stuff." Bryce shut the box, then handed it back to Jon. "I already got the cat stuff in a different box. We should grab the kitty and go before she gets suspicious."

Jon grumbled to himself. "You better not get cat fur all over my car."

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"Plane tickets? Why did Luke need plane tickets? He's never flown anywhere, I don't think. Besides, wouldn't we know if he went on a trip like that?" Jonathan was confused.

Ryan looked over Jon's shoulder, reading over the tickets carefully. "Look closer. They're not from here, they're for flights that were coming to here."

"Yeah. And- and look at this shit here! He has a wad of cash in here! What the fuck is he saving up for? And an extra phone? What the shit is Luke doing?" Jon fell silent for a moment, before gasping loudly. "Holy shit! What if Luke was a drug dealer and we never knew about it?"

"Well, then he's apparently a crappy drug dealer, because he left all this behind. And what's the point of-" Bryce cut himself off, quickly pulling something out. "Look at this, guys. It's a phone number and an address! You think this is where he went to?"

"Well! There's only one way to find out!" With that, Jonathan stood up and began to head to his car.