This babysitting gig was going to be easy. Just the one kid, just a few hours, and he was already tucked up in bed when Marnie got there.
She sat back on the sofa, reruns of Britain’s Got Talent flashing on the wall-mounted widescreen plasma TV on low volume. The Stephens family was loaded.
She was getting paid for this. Sweet.
An old grandfather clock ticked in the hallway. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Marnie’s attention drifted. Tick-tock. This was such an old episode. She already knew who got through. Tick-tock. Tock-tock. The room was searing-bright, lit with fancy inbuilt spotlights. Reaching over the back of the sofa, Marnie flicked them off. The room tur