Chapter 75: Chapter 75

"That's defacing property."

"What?" Alex makes a face. "No, it isn't. No one looks at the back of art."

He slips the room's only painting from its hook. I'd only mentioned the idea in passing, but Alex seems to have taken it seriously. Wincing at the bright and tacky colors, he walks to the bed and places the picture face-down.

"Do we even have a sharpie?"

"I have a pen. In my bag." He brings his backpack to the comforter. In the front pocket, next to a sketchbook, he pulls out the black utensil. "Here we go."

"And you really want to do this?"

"What do you think is going to happen?" He uncaps it. "We'll go to jail?"

"It's not like they won't know who did it."

"Relax. No one's going to find this for like, twenty years. When someone buys this place and demolishes it. Then, sure, bill me for this eight-dollar monstrosity. I'll be happy to pay."

"We should keep it if you're going to pay for it."

"We will. And we'll hang it in our mansion - or on the private plane."