“Grandparents are extravagant people,” Andy said with a shrug. “My mom took her shopping as a treat.”
Culpepper grunted again, and kept poking. He found an empty granola bar wrapper under the bed, and didn’t say anything, just gave them a dark glower.
Scooter apparently knew the whole routine; watched without talking as Culpepper inspected the bedroom, the bathroom, peered in the fridge and pantry. He was careful, keeping Culpepper between himself and Andy, so the man couldn’t look at both of them at the same time, and on a few occasions, gave Andy a quick headshake, just the barest movement of his chin.